It was such an unexpected pleasure to meet you and Bogart last week at Emory! I hope the rest of your time in Atlanta went well, and as promised, I’m enclosing a poem of mine that I think perfectly suits your present adventure.

In Joy,
Roxanne Ivey

THE ROAMING HEART

My heart finds its home in roaming,
For home is more a feeling than a place;
It’s in every face whose grace greets mine–

In the slightest trace of a child’s smile,
In the laughter bubbling through wild eyes,
Or the sacred stare of love in disguise–

It is you and I, holding hands across time,
Flinging hope into the heavens,
Sipping starlight like wine.

~Roxanne Ivey