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.