Naked and grateful
In a warm bed,
My skin is thirsty for the sea
And my bones
My lousy bones, they cry
for the passeggiata.
My lips languish
In the saltless air,
And the fields of chamomile
Would strike the irons of my spirit,
But sometimes,
Even if you can –
You shouldn’t go back.
A man who’s traversed the oceans of space,
Bravely set foot upon worlds unknown,
One moon, three moons, wonder on his face
One sun, two suns, darkness, alone,
Evening high, green sky, red sky, none,
Gravity, uncertainty, the curious overrun-
Wherever he may wander, he will likely find
Familiar sights and circumstances,
That his own world’s not far behind;
And even while discovery advances
What he’s known will always show
For home’s within him, wherever he may go.
prince nothing 