Wandering
Published in
Oct 1, 2023
Light from the towering panes,
diamonds on an emerald bay,
stretching legs thrum this treasure horde.
My God, there’s a violinist’s warble
wafting like the scent of fresh baked sweet rolls
through the open floor-to-ceiling window
of my City View King Bed Supreme hotel room.
There is so much home here-
salted marine air,
damp bed of redwood leaves soft underfoot-
yet different, without the watchful glare I wear
among clotted crowds,
the rising boil of stuck in traffic.
Last week, I was charmed by Chicago.
This week, vanquished by Vancouver,
and it gets me thinking
how many times can I find a new home
before I wonder if I no longer have one?
Am I in love or just on Vacation?
