I suppose my thinking
lately
is less muddled
than before
a good sign
no doubt
of future plans
or at least
of planning
for the future
and though there are things
familiar now
in an unfamiliar world
which will be lost
or actually replaced
by other things
which will in turn
become familiar, too
a sort of nostalgia
set in
as I walked my neighborhood
today
and it being slightly overcast
added to this semi-gloom
but here is where
I have set up camp
and all my ships
were burned long ago
home isn’t always
where your heart is
but sometimes your heart
is where you settle down
to rest
Reblogged this on Leonard Durso.
I love this poem — the way it follows a line of wandering but sensical thought to such a heartfelt resolution. Bears rereading.
Thank you. I’m glad you think so.
i hear ya. 🙂
Thank you.