Far off beaches are waiting…

Breaking waves

Providing a drumbeat

To the siren’s song.

Squealing sea gulls

Soft warm sand

Salty air that I can smell and taste…

I want to go home, she says.

Then go, I say

Then go.

I want to go home, she says.

Then close your eyes

And go.

I want to hear music…

Any music, drumming into

My soul, pounding,

Rhythmic, stirring my consciousness

Awakening a primal me

I move and the music moves with me…

I want to go home, she says.

Then go, I say

Then go.

I want to go home, she says.

Then close your eyes

And go.

The seasons change.

I’m born in spring

Pushing upward until I flower

Enjoying long sunny summer days

I’m regal in my autumn finery

I’ll stop at three…

I want to go home, she says.

Then go, I say

Then go.

I want to go home, she says.

Then close your eyes

And go.

I want color, texture and taste

I want a string of sweet green peas

Cinnamon chai, creamy butter on

Fresh baked bread,

I want to bathe my tongue in juices

Bright red apples with snow white flesh

A chocolate truffle and truffle oil.

I want to go home, she says.

Then go, I say

Then go.

I want to go home, she says.

Then close your eyes

And go.

There’s no color here…

White walls, white sheets

Antiseptic greets my nose and stale

Coffee coats my gums

Beeps and pushing air

Fill this little space…

I want to go home, she says.

Then go, I say

Then go.

I want to go home, she says.

Then close your eyes

And go.