#home-is-where-you-hang-your-sombrero
I left the dust and tumble weeds
to be incomplete and moved
back east to where I was born
The trees crowded together
There was a change in the weather
I asked mom ,
"Is that rain?"
The people were crowded
With one thought and mind
Everything was designated
to be black or white
We caught catfish from
the Alabama River
Swam in pristine streams
full of soapstone
Then we moved again
Crossed Texas on our way west
Crossed the continental devide
Came to rest in Spokane
I sang God Bless America
while sitting on a fire hydrant
Looking at the purple
mountain's majesty
Then off again back east
Crossed Texas the third time
To Panama City , Florida
where we came to reside
There I learned
to abide by the tide
And that some things
you can't hide
Two and a half years
of bliss
Then we moved
once again
And again and again
and again and again
and again , again
again , again , again . . . .
All my travels
All my travails
I have found home
in the moment within me .
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC