I already feel at home
and the streets here remind me of before,
before when I traveled,
when so many things were the same,
trying to decipher languages at other tables,
as if I were already to learn.
I’ve walked a little way
and now feel rested as if ready,
like I was still waiting for myself
somewhere just around the corner,
just out of enough sight
lo leave the worries behind me,
like a trail of dust
left only to collect the wind
and the roads
once it falls.