the journey home

The roadside exploded. Canopies and carpets all red and yellow and gold.
We light up the highway. Chase broken white lines. Hunting down small towns one sign at a time.

I catch adrift.
My moorings blasted.
I am practicing space
and time.

As the landscape flattened and we sank into the clear depths my cartographic confusions melted away. Amidst the crossroads and detours I recall the only direction that leads me home. Swept up in vistas and submerged in soft water I weave prayers into the night sky.

Heartache feels just a little bit
like falling in love.

I am reborn into soft hands and warm blankets. I am milky sky dreaming and saltwater breezing,
winding through streets carved on the backs of my hands.