This is an excellent line:
“who stuck to my skin like humidity”
life, lived through transition
of finding homes and making new ones
the inherent past of “returning home”
shows just how far we can stray.
I’ve met people who cried like clouds
who stuck to my skin like humidity
and sought to make a house of me
I’m learning to root my feet
into the earth, proclaiming
everything is home to me,
as long as I want it to be so.
davidbruceblog #2 