Wanderlust and other introspective brain sludge from the grey spiral journal (2004)

from when I moved from Toronto to Texas and all the traveling in between.

Wanderlust (9/14/04)
Home moves.
That's the summation of a few years of travel-
Winter makes snow-capped mountains stared at through windows in fire-warmed houses feel like home,
While ocean's waves against bare feet on the tip of Africa make a summer home,
A bed beneath the stars in Europe,
A thin sheet wet to cool in Asia,
A simple Polish meal of cabbage and sasuage amid a family whose language keeps secrets.
Home moves
to wherever heart's rhythms match up with another's...
even if momentarily.

Jadyn (8/23/04)
Perched on my shoulders
a blueprint of a man
his small fingers wrapped in my hair
pulling and laughing as he pulls again
and all of the moments seem frozen in time
when sadly I anticipate goodbye
to this child, among my best friends.

9/4 untitled
hurting doesn't mean broken
but can you kiss the hurting heart
and heal the broken parts
so unhindered my face can be set
wholly, soley towards you?

9/24 sleep
I dreamed last night in my sleep
Awoke and wondered at my peace
Curious to see if you're still here.

For Nate, who made me feel beautiful (9/30/04)
and in their hearts they danced
celebrating unseen goodness
they laughed
remembering forgotten truths
in their stories
lies the stories of humanity's redemption
memories of truth

Home (10/24/04)
There's something about who you are that brings peace to where I am,
Something about who you live that makes me seem small again.
And that's a good thing
'cause I fit in the palm of your hand.

Home 2 (10/28/04)
Wander as far as the farthese expanse
to wonder at love beyond grasping, immense
Faithful beyond the darkest path,
lighting it,
lighting it,
until it is home,
this stop in the road, familiar and unknown.