Sunday, February 6, 2011


"The true traveler is she who goes on foot and even then,
 she sits down a lot of the time."
- Colette
She seemed scattered at first,
that's 'cos she was, in almost every way.
Still, she liked to think she had it where it counted.
She came from Africa, Acadia, South America;
from the divorce-land of domesticity,
colour schemes and coordinates.
Living in a back pack suitcase
carrying water with him,
 even after the traumas.
She grasped what it was to be displaced,
expulsed from home.

Muse written when we first found a place to be for a while, after being on the road a long time.

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