heading south

geese that fly over my house on their way to warmer places.

my mind on its way to someplace quiet, craving silence.

happy after days of socializing and selling, but drained, as well.

wishing i could fly because my feet hurt.

ready to hibernate at home, at least for a day or two.

i miss running, it has been too long, i have been grounded.

i want to be airborne.

glide through the clouds and look down on my house.

find my life, there, where it lives.

i get lost in the crowd sometimes, lost in the noise.

but i always make my way back to myself, to solitude,

to the place where i can hear myself think.

that’s me right there, last one on the left,

looking down, homing in, smiling.

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