The Journey Home

the rocks seem to follow
driving along the interstate
moving closer to home
yet further away
distances between lives
separations by roads
we’re getting older
wiser, we call it
our children
ages we were
travelers now
in all directions
alongside that highway
those stones are older than us
wiser, we call them
altering with time
reticent dignity
they accompany us
on our journey home
’til we meet again

Witch

Witch

May you dream of warm family gatherings.
On my 3-hour journey home yesterday, after a lovely family visit I was thinking…

Witch – sketched months back while subbing in Middle School

 

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