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Ode to Wanderlust
I never knew where my sister went, ranging far and wide,
on days when the sun raged like the Cyclops,
Her friends were like dogs in a pack, ever and always at her side.
She was the leader, the keeper.
She’d come back, then leave, like the receding tide,
always smelling of grass, dirt and sunlight.
I smelled of books, of ink and my father’s tomes,
I did not understand these things,
Days went by, I felt no need to roam, I remained home,
my rock, my anchor, my Ithaca,
But I felt it creeping like smoke into my bones,
a lightness, a darkness, a clear bell tone
I felt this need to leave, awakening with a great groan
I would not return, to my fabled home.
I understand now, this need, this cloying bell tone.
ringing deep, deep in my soul.
Wanderlust—the desperate need to not be alone.