How often I look around
Or stop and let it sink in
My place here is assured
Even as the shelves in my room sit empty.
Just floating from one project to the next, but never the project of my own space.
I often find that I was lost before
So often looking around in confusion.
The familiarity of this house where I have only spent a month is strange.
When I find that my memory blanks
Having no recollection of where I am
Even as I view all of our belongings scattered about
Reality is stark, but it does not claw the way it used to
Especially when I hear the sounds coming from all around
The acoustics in this building are amazing.
Taking in the crisp feel of the night air
How the wind blows unfettered
Each moment so very different from the city
Where I grew up and a 7-11 was just a ten-minute walk away.
How quickly I have fallen in love with the land
Each morning painting a picture across the valley
And it is a valley, though smaller than the old
Real in all its emptiness
Though life is there to behold.
This cold desert is not bereft of life; it teems with it, overflows.
I look around and realize that I can never be lost here
So with a small smile, I step out into the light of day.
For the first time in forever, the sun doesn’t burn.