Heading Home...

 

And I know...

There will be bills to pay...
Mail to fetch...
What gets prioritized...
What gets left undone...
There is yogurt to discard
And laundry to fold...
A diploma to frame...
Feral cats to scold...
Fish in the pond
to compare with last count
Bird seed shed...
A cabin, a shroud...
Framed under mountains...
Photo's to frame
From summers last go round

I keep leaving here
and coming back
I keep locking the doors
to my love shack
Waterfalls sound
a creek gurgles too
I keep traveling on
Looking for you.