I want to see the leaves turning

To welcome arriving rains

And feel the seasons shifting

Through all four of their rhythms.

I am homesick for time

Those moments my eyes were open

Observing the world

At start of day.

I am homesick for peace

Those moments of quiet

When my thoughts could run clear

And my inner voice could speak.

I am homesick

Without relief

Every busy moment

Extending into ten others

Until life is a merry-go-round

Running at triple speed.

I am homesick

Without comfort

In the face of the everyday

And ready

To shift the gears

To return home. – Caroline A. Slee


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