My Home

12 July 2007, 5:36 PM
Bonapartes Café, Waterloo Station
London

My feet ache, as do my legs,
and the day went far faster
than I’d wanted, though not
much faster than I thought.
I know that goodness and light
tend to speed the hands of time.
I used to grudge the clock this
seeming inequity. I’ve discovered
of late that time and place
are nearly as inconsequential
as the weather. If I am with you,
all times and places are alike
to me- you are my home.