I stood on the balcony
breathing in the mist,
hovering on the cusp of stepping
back into that
stuffy hotel room.

The air in there was too
pale and stale.

The beauty of being
on the road again
after so long with my feet buried in
fertile soil, had
filled me with
such apprehensive joy.

Charting a new path for yourself
is like being given
a map to the stars
endless boundless opportunities
to explore
jumping from exploding white dwarf
to the next
metallic blue mass.

As soon as I am comfortable
gravity pulls at my
soul
and I have to pound pavement
for solace

But in that stuffy hotel room
with my traveling comrade

I felt a longing
for the one who
knows my heart

at home.

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