I like the clouds
that make the skies look as
they have mountains
It reminds me of the good times
of the rain
and the pine trees
and the creeks that echoed the sounds
of love.
there is a happy place that exists for me
somewhere.
but the pine scented air fresheners
do not bring me the same comfort.
the postcards sent from family members
with my name written neatly on them,
do not make me feel as they did before.
I long for my happy place
that does not need my name written on it,
for me to know I belong there.
now the sky is entirely gray
and it does not look like there are mountains.-
The mornings give me the meaning I long for.
And the mundane tasks of the noon
remind me of insignificance.
but I still do not wake up earlier-
what’s the point
of pretending i am where i am supposed to be,
when a few hours later,
i will be reminded i am still homesick?