i have known the taste of salt water,
and the smell of decaying forests,
and the cracks in hundreds of sidewalks.
i have loved the gas pedal,
and the airport concourse,
and the ever-changing time zones.
in all of these places,
i thought i could find a home in not having one;
i have chased the sun across the sky so many times,
not yet ready to admit,
you never catch up.