April 7, 2010

Nebraska: my late night poetry session


I desire but a simple life
something to engage in
A family and a job
A house and a car

The nomadic existence
leaves me wandering
for exactly what I've left behind

Let me trade in my suitcase
for the keys to my castle
views of the great big sky
The windchimes playing

The long and biting winters
contrast brutal summer heat
Thunderstorms on the horizon
The first winds of autumn.

In a strange reversal of mind
Suddenly it's the place
I couldn't wait to leave
that is the only place I wish to be