the road stretches forward
under cover of intruding night
the place I left behind
soon to be another's
destination
where I journey on
they have already been
a shifting
dance of directions
dark upon light
perspective fragile
as thin bright clouds
this wanderer
always seeking
home
hanging out at the pub tonight
Time for another journey!
ReplyDeleteLovely piece.
Interesting, how perspective makes all the difference. We're all in different parts of our journey. Cheers.
ReplyDeletealways seeking home...and will we find it...maybe one day that desire will be sated...
ReplyDeleteInteresting to think about the place one person leaves is another's destination. But that, it seems, is how the world goes and as it should. Some place is home for everyone.
ReplyDeletethe wanderer always seeking home...think we do in all our travels, there's this longing to belong...fragile..yes..
ReplyDeleteWe journey in the hope of finding 'home.' I wonder how many of us truly ever do? Great write.
ReplyDeletemost journeys are taken in the attempt at finding home, whether one we have always known, or one we have yet to find.
ReplyDeleteSo true, I think deep inside we are always seeking our "home" ~
ReplyDeleteMother Teresa said she couldn't wait to go "home"...
ReplyDeleteWe think of home as a physical place, but isn't home within all of us..or are we unable to be satisfied with that answer...just asking??
I hadn't thought of the journey in such a unique way. I love this. And yes - home looks so inviting.
ReplyDeleteYou know the first stanza sits well all by itself.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this....shifting dance of direction....very nicely done. Thanks for stopping by I really appreciate it!
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