Hither and Yearn

I have traveled to so many places

Soaked in the warm waters of the Golden Gate

Walked in the pure valleys of Iceland

Never catching the glimpses of myself while there

Only to leave with a feeling of having been somewhere

I do not yearn to return

I do not hope for another

I do not listen for the sameness

I only wait

In the grass

On the shores

By the wayside

For my children to return

Again and again

To take me away

To breathe me in their mouth

To dissolve me in their bosom

To break my minds grip on the past and the future

Not to move hither

Not to yearn anymore