You’re loose,
sometimes good
and lonely almost
never, not alone
long enough.
%u learned to live
feinting in and moving
away, quicker
than those who took you
seriously. But
anyone’s quick
who doesn’t need
to stay. With your arms
out in greeting,
your feet
already on the move,
it’s only itinerary
leading you on.
And here you are,
out there,
lost to those
who didn’t keep up
lost to those
still ahead.
Around the world
you’ve found
a little of everything
and you’ve given it back
until what is left
is what you first held,
what you think that was.