Where I Am

Looking from a distance,
our roads mimic the drifting lines on an old map.
I squint to bring even the smallest
parts of the journey into focus.

There are trails and dirt paths and dead ends and one-way streets
that lead from east to west.
From here to there.

There is potential and promise;
hunger and thirst.

There are washouts and flatlines;
heartbreaks and near misses.

Occasionally, an almost there.

Still, I continue to lean in –
closing my eyes.

Looking for home.