I’ve forgotten all my words,
they are like a train I watch
pass me, but silently,
as I wonder, who’s on board?
and where are they all going?
I should buy a ticket, I think,
while I wait at the station
and the crows, who so bravely
walk the track watch me
with one eye, head to the side,
and cocked, listening,
as though they might know
my hearts intent more than I.
What is it saying? I ask,
when I cannot tell if I am
home already? or if home,
is still so very far away.

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4 thoughts on “Home

  1. Wow, I really like this. Very visual, nice work, Jonny

  2. fridayam says:

    I had to read this several times, and each time felt I was reading a different poem, which means I love the depth of the imagery. Lovely work.

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