A Drift 

I’m a nomad,

With a home,

Not far away

But long enough.
 

A pink pillow

The only clue

Where I lay,

Where I’m safe.
 

Breath of air

Feeds wandering eyes

Feet turned backwards

Heart looks forward.
 

I’m a nomad,

No clear direction

Birds fly east

Toward beginnings.
 

Only one pair

On the path

My fingers reach

Grasping at air.
 

A northern star

Fades at dark,

The story unclear,

But I’m here.