Where I belong (first draft)
I’m at home when I’m on the move
I belong to the shifting shore lines
Sand revealed and then hidden
I’m myself when I’m wandering
Capturing moments with my pen and camera
Freeze-framing beauty
A solitary sojourner
A restless roamer
I am free when I’m dancing
Weaving in and out of worlds
I sleep easy on trains and buses and cars
The space in between leaving and arriving
Blurred landscapes and city light hallucinations
Windows open to let in the warm wind
Smell of dust/petrol/salty air
I sit back in my chair and pray for the journey not to end
Not just yet, anyhow
by me
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