every home
everywhere
is so different
each with
its own set of
idiosyncrasies
various
appliances in
disrepair
difficulties
with coordination
ineffective
cleaning schemes
traffic
traffic
traffic
but
they are
all home
so i go
and return
again
and all the
headaches
fade
because all the
missing
only leaves
space for
appreciation
that’s not
why i leave,
though,
no,
it’s not
annoyance
that sends
me to the road
it’s that
i’ve been blessed
with homes
in so many places
so there is always
another place
i need to go love
there is always
a place
that i miss.
Coming and going and going and coming. Always. <3
that day, that bus stop, immortal. <3