upon departure,
we discovered that home
was not a singular place
as we had been taught.

upon leaving,
we understood that home
was anywhere where we
could be together again.

and we were just realizing
we would not be home again
for a very, very long time.

not yet, but soon
the rain will come.

like an elephant
down the mountain,
you will hear her first
then you will witness
her true strength.

a space man came back home
and looked into his love’s eyes
with a wonder she could not
understand, and, mistaking it
for disgust, she said, “I must
barely compare to the beauty
of the all those stars.” But he
chuckled and said, “no darling,
no, it’s not that.” and looking
into his eyes she saw the stars,
aligned there ever so carefully
in the shape of her face, and
she remember then how much
he loved the stars and realized
why he had had ever come back
home at all.

the troubles were gone then,
if only for a moment.
flown off towards the brilliant blue skies,
we took the time to turn up the music
as loud as we could stand
and drive as fast as we could
through those winding
Kentucky hills.

I was at peace,
for as long as I could
keep up the pace,
which turns out
was not very long
at all.

it’s all coming together
exactly like they said it would
perfectly fine, in the end,
despite how bad it seemed
how much skin came
off our teeth
it’s perfectly fine now
and nobody knows
quite how to feel about
that

the ocean felt much remorse
for the ships she’d drowned
trying to help them cross her
waters as gently as she could.

the traveler rarely thinks
of all the molten emotion
that forged the mountain
his trail cuts so easily
across