The coffee shop
my table in the corner overlooking the windows of the beach
so many emotions poured into so many poems
safe and comfortable, allowing me, continually
to reaffirm my belief in life
to take risks with my heart, my emotions
The ocean
arriving at the end of the country
the salt breaking apart all the scar tissue of my life
finding a place to sleep within the sunset
to recharge my soul, ready myself
to continue this never-ending journey
Piazza de Popolo
unable to speak with anyone
wine diluting my fears thousands of miles from birth
safe in the trust I am forced to have
to push the limits of what I have believed is possible
to fulfill dreams and legends of a childhood
The slums
looking into the eyes of hungry, happy children
equatorial sun burning my prejudices
knowing I am exactly where I should be
to bring hope to those who are without
to understand we are all the same
The hotel room
endless cities, endless states within endless miles
seemingly never around family but always with
sleeping, waking and walking absent of any doubt
to understand, deeper, God’s creations
to comprehend how it is all mine as well
Pico & La Brea
two hours of walking to meet a new family member
sharing desires for our brother we care too much about
inspiring me, encouraging me, awakening me
to realize I am an artist
to remember home is not a physical place
that we make a home wherever we are
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(written, with apologetic humility, on computer)
Michele is a new friend of mine. Actually, she is family of family, so that makes her family as well. We talked when we met about what is home to a wanderlust artist, so, this one is for her