Hanque O . . . - Snap!

Far away from home
and she begins to think
home is not where the heart is

rather—
a state of mind, portable,
something she might put in her purse

like a compact—snap! and there it is—
neat, tidy—available.
Perhaps more—

perhaps—something which is both
reflective and intimate.
Home. Snap!

Hanque O . . .

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snap-7/