Soggy Dreams

This is a funny little poem I wrote tonight, actually for my other blog (that’s going to be a narrative account of my past 15 months on sabbatical, looking for my next home).  I thought I’d post it over here, too.  Gives a little added texture to my gypsy’s journey…

 

There’s some kind of mysterious

Recipe I’m seeking…

For a magical home

In a dream I’m dreaming….

*

Nature and people

And beauty and climate.

Work prospects, culture,

Politics, excitement.

*

There are so many elements

I’m trying to consider–

When planning for home

In Hither or Thither…

*

I no longer believe

That perfection exists.

Everywhere has compromise;

Reality persists.

*

I’m really not sure

Which conditions I’ll choose,

But I must find home soon…

I can sure feel the fuse

*

Lit in my heart,

Burning through my body…

“Make a choice now,” it says,

Or your dreams will get soggy.

 

 

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