"I Love My Momma"

Moving, leaving, forgetting.
My fear for the future,
and my fears of the past
keep me on the grind.
Steady, evading, emancipating
from a constant enslavement,
avoiding a potential derailment,
I don't slip off the track that
got me here, but press on blindly
towards an address only I can find
with my eyes closed.

I wander, on the dark highways,
under pine-green signs,
through midnight forests under
saturated stars,
between moons and mountains,
within five phases,
under ocean clouds and rippled suns.
I find joy in a destination unknown
as my reality struggles to see
through kicked-up dust.

My home is just a suitcase away,
in the most unlikely place.
Security encloses me,
because my first home
was in her womb.