Away Too Long

No guidebook is needed
when the destination is home.

The roads are familiar,
street names like family,
restaurants look the same
with menus that never change.
Things to do, places to see,
ingrained in memory —
the faces are all older,
the people still the same.

The easiest path to travel,
hardest journey to begin.

Street scene, possibly in Brockton, Mass. (LOC)

Street scene, possibly in Brockton, Mass. (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written for the Poetic Bloomings ‘Travel” Prompt

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3 Comments

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3 responses to “Away Too Long

  1. I like this very much, Mark. Lots of truth in this and such a comforting tone. Thanks for visiting my blog as well!

  2. the faces are all older,
    the people still the same.

    So true, I found this when I went back to a place I used to live after thirty years.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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