Home is ahead

Travelling
takes us
all over the place,
to cities, towns,
streets, houses.

So unusual to me
these places,
unknown,
unexplored,
strange faces,
hidden stories.

But to the people
in those places
it is their home.

They know
the number of cracks
in the pavement on the
well worn route
to the shops, or station,
or school.
This strange place is their place,
where they have grown,
and loved,
and learned,
hoped,
prayed,
laughed,
and cried.

Homes are everywhere,
each one belonging
to someone.

But this place is mine.

Jen