Daily Archives: August 11, 2015

Nomads

Never comfortable
where we are,
certain always that
there’s a there 
somewhere that will somehow
remain forever a here,

a home away from home
that will still feel fresh
after years of being in it, a partner
whose intimate novelty
never wears, a medium in which
we never tire of messing.

Get up and go is how
we go, doing that
which demands distance
from the last thing done,
lapping up miles the way dogs
lift water into themselves,

heads down on the lines
in the centers of the roads,
the next right here to be defined
by what feels most like old Eden,
which means wherever there’s no sword
hanging in the air at the time we arrive.