wanderlust

"I want to go home,"
I hear the clouds whisper, as
They sit in the sky,
Perching upon the arms of Wind.
He shudders as they grow, and
Wind gives up.
   They tumble onto Earth
   And become Rain
   And they are at home

"I want to go home,"
I hear the birds cry, as
Their little feet cling
To my open, Rain-kissed sill.
They shiver in her arms
Until the Sun shines through.
    They spread their little wings and fly,
    And become one with the Sky
    And they are at home.

"I want to go home,"
I hear an earthworm whine, as
It slinks about the grass
Next to its flooded burrow.
The Sun beats on the earthworm
But it also clears the burrow.
    It squirms back into the Earth,
    Down, down, and out of sight.
    And it is at home.

"I want to go home,"
I hear myself sigh, as
I gaze out my yawning window,
Nestled in blankets and pillows
And everything familiar.
I pick up a book
    And fling myself into lands faraway,
    Where i know nothing and nowhere and no-one
    And I am at home.