Unpacking

I have tried to fit you in

many narratives along the way

each one a scene

in which

you blur 

anonymously

the quietness roars

rushing in

Sahara sand

immobile I have

been

becoming

wading through

mementos left behind

their value much less

as distance grows

a soft haze takes shape

in sky height reach

we squint in wonder

curiously

stuck

the machine drones on

we live 

we die

your solemn nothingness

refuses me

an engagement more true

than

a diamonds peak

in my endless stretch

towards what

feels 

right

I've turned 

so often

that 

your cloudy face

feels like

Home.