Always, Home
There once was a man
who traveled across the world
—along overgrown paths, shiny highways,
windy, humid landscapes, sandy deserts, flooded soils,
and snowy mountains—to find the edge of the earth,
and a place to call home.
And when he arrived he stood tall,
drew a deep breath, then turned his heels,
put his arms toward the sun with his back
to the moon, and sighed.
He then took a step and then another, and another,
slowly back to where he came.
And all along this journey,
no matter where he wandered, to and fro
no matter where his feet landed,
he finally came to know,
that he never left
and was always, home.