Meant to do this earlier, but I can barely keep my eyes open even now… Just to let you know (and I’m not implying that you’d give a damn, so don’t do that face), I haven’t quit, all is ok and I’ll be back again a little later. I just started work at the Botanical Garden again, and though I’ve enjoyed it a lot, I’ve also been absolutely exhausted when I get home. Tumblr doesn’t quite work when you can’t think of anything other than “huuuurtsss” and “sleep”. See you later, I hope. Might do a fascinating in-depth analysis of how my life during summers versus winters seem to belong to two completely different creatures.
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.