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Heading Home
Wind, take me to the Atlantic;
I’m finally ready
...I think
My dog needs to be groomed,
I say from the comfortable couch
in my overpriced living room,
sipping top-shelf coffee
under a velvet blanket,
typing this poem
on my iPhone
I am astounded at my priviledge
I’ve had the nerve
to dream of a smaller life,
built solidly -
a shrine to the treasure
I’ve been hunting
all my days;
a quality collection
of crafted magic
from the hands
of those I love
and common struggles,
where the only value
in my surroundings
is peace
I bet I’ve romanticized even this
moving across
one season
into the next
is never without
it’s full accounting;
a pause to grieve
the collateral damage
of a life lived in constant
forward motion
occurs wether or not
we acknowledge
it’s right to exist
I have found peace,
or so I keep saying
that’s not exactly true
of course,
but when you realize
that all you really have
are the choices you’ve made
-the ones you’ll have to
find a way to live with-
and the decisions you will make,
is there much difference?
acceptance is beautiful
but a real bitch
the lush landscape
of the Carolinas calls my name;
I’m headed home shortly
or to what will pass
until I find it
I’m finally ready
...I think
My dog needs to be groomed,
I say from the comfortable couch
in my overpriced living room,
sipping top-shelf coffee
under a velvet blanket,
typing this poem
on my iPhone
I am astounded at my priviledge
I’ve had the nerve
to dream of a smaller life,
built solidly -
a shrine to the treasure
I’ve been hunting
all my days;
a quality collection
of crafted magic
from the hands
of those I love
and common struggles,
where the only value
in my surroundings
is peace
I bet I’ve romanticized even this
moving across
one season
into the next
is never without
it’s full accounting;
a pause to grieve
the collateral damage
of a life lived in constant
forward motion
occurs wether or not
we acknowledge
it’s right to exist
I have found peace,
or so I keep saying
that’s not exactly true
of course,
but when you realize
that all you really have
are the choices you’ve made
-the ones you’ll have to
find a way to live with-
and the decisions you will make,
is there much difference?
acceptance is beautiful
but a real bitch
the lush landscape
of the Carolinas calls my name;
I’m headed home shortly
or to what will pass
until I find it
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