As I leave home to find something new

I’m filled with anticipation

From all my wild ideas

Of insatiable celebration and coming elation.


As I inhale the fresh scent of a novel place

I search my fickle senses

For a circumstantial, circumferential feeling

I only know when I take chances.


As I walk back through our door

I caress the scratched wood frame

Which always has and always will

Tell me I am at home and at peace

With the life we’ve built to help us be still.


–Written by Sandy Heights

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