What do you see in the clouds?

He asks me
As we lie on our backs in the grass.
A little break.

We get our bikes
And ride into our freedom

Dumpster diving
On the way
Home.

All day all night dancing
I stay away from studying
All day all night
Home.

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Home

Is home a hole I can crawl into when I am scared?
Or a more luminous way of living?

homemade cookies
chicken and mashed potatoes
hot baths and hugs
old friends with warm hearts

the place I go after
the adventure

I want to go home where places and people and things are familiar
but where my life is still alive
changing
evolving

adventure bursts into the stillness of the moment
sitting writing with the summer cactus at the kitchen table

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