after family shatter
after religion
after my son’s revelation walking from school past Prop 8 lawns
after we moved to the city of salt
after they dropped through glittering gravity 
after they grasped belay
after haunting Wasatch Uinta Tushar skylines 
after they slept in red sand and desert vanishing
after patriarchs flattened to fairytale after parents’ lovers resolved into story
after they sharked pool 
after drinking potions named for prophets 
after jars brimming with coffee tips
after redeye flights far-flung and returning
after their passions rose and burst into becoming:

Hey, kids! I’ve promised forever I’d get us out of this place. I’m buying a farm in Colorado! Finally! A place to call home.

They said
Mom, we live in Utah and you are
Home.