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