One Medium Suitcase

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would need a destination. A map, perhaps, an airplane ticket, more than likely, and a travel guide, definitely.

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would need an extra pair of shoes. A change of clothes would be nice. A jacket to keep me warm would be ideal.

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would need a notebook or two. Reminiscing about things past, snapshotting the present, contemplating the future. I could fit all these in a notebook or two.

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would need plenty of coffee. A travel mug to drink from, a coffee maker to create from, and some sugar to stay awake from.

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would some books. Maybe a few history books, to keep me educated. Maybe a few classical books, to keep me in tune. Maybe a few fictional books, to keep me entertained. Maybe a few poetry books to keep me on my toes.

I suppose that I left home forever, I would some money. Maybe a calculator and a wallet as well. Different countries have different currencies. I would need these to calculate foreign exchange rates and store foreign currencies.

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would need a friend. Too bad I can’t pack one in one medium-sized suitcase.

Where I’m From

I am from nowhere,

But I am from everywhere,

I am from the bustling streets in the land of the free,

The crowded towns in mountains where vampires be,

I am from where the buffalo once roamed,

The rolling green hills of the Old World uncombed.

 

I am from nowhere,

I am from everywhere,

I am from they who toiled in southern fields,

From those who across the vast ocean sailed.

I am from a people doomed to roam,

A people who have no temporal home.

 

I am miles from my safe haven,

I am like he who was visited by the raven,

I am in the place where I appertain,

Although I wish not to remain.

I am led by Moses through the wilderness,

But I am home in Canaan nonetheless.

 

I am on the road less travelled,

Hoping for the path to become unravelled.

I am walking through the narrow gate,

On a path that is being made straight.

I am sure of my destination,

And this is my greatest consolation.