I Settle Back In : A Travel Poem

I settle back in

to what I know. A few hours in

I’m relaxed though a

little tired. I clean up, pack up

and put away, only to miss it a day

after. I move things around, clear the

clutter and throw out everything

I can’t imagine

myself taking with me and then I’m

left with an emptier room

and more space to go. I have to

go back though I don’t

want to,

so I start planning the next

one. A little longer. A little

further. A little fewer

people, and then maybe next

time, I won’t feel the need

to settle back to what

I know.

K.P.H.  

(aka. Kyla)