Spent the weekend wrapped up in a family
Not my family by blood or law
but a family of proclivity and taste
All the uneven houses we build
We'd never pick these arrangements in a fortune telling exercise
We see the winsome porter helping us to our next life journey
Not the baggage they carry
Or the claim check leaden in our own pocket
Home is a place to unpack
And maybe jam our belongings amidst the objects and rituals of our deep roommates
In a house full of children and teenagers and parents
I saw myself standing in a clear cold light
No one needs me to pick them up from practice
No one needs me to hold a screaming child at 2am
entirety of possibility is my horizon
Live anywhere, anyhow, do anything I want evenings and weekends!
My default mind schemes to flee this freedom
I miss constant contact with adored humanity.
Hello my loveable self! I will hold Justin
With novelty and regimen
I will live!
