addicted to nomad

i return for it - for him, for her

for the taste of another land, another place, another time,

a hunger, a thirst for adventure, of wild, of unknown, of danger

:

this translucency

this window of never-neverland

always elusive, veiled

slipping between cracks of sunshine

and dripping beneath walls of ice


it is like a

window of promise

that ushers me on in this life

and yet grounds me in the here and now


it is like a

clarity-

of being and of mind

in her, and him, and him, and her

that carves for me my own space

and teaches me that i am here:

me:

now.