the north calls me
with its mountains
and trees and crisp
fall breezes

the south calls me
with its hot sandy
beaches and sweaty dry
open window nights

i hear their calls
as i sip coffee on a sunny porch
in this place located
somewhere between
arriving and leaving which
i believe is called staying
which, in the past, i have not
sat well with

i am learning now
to let the dreams rest
where dreams rest
to let the past rest
where the past rests
to be present
with this present

to know it is possible
to be both content
and relentless