Moving again
Trees blur by window burrs
Duvet covers soft against toes
Plastic stars on ceiling beams
Navigating thoughts by their fluro light
As I sit
Thinking of tomorrows flight
Missing what is here
Now
This holding
Wanting to be held
Does that require stillness?
Moving again from this feeling of home grown in no time at all and all the time in the world
Walls are made of paper
That get sketched and re-sketched
like shopping lists
Don’t forget the milk
Warm milk
Mothers milk
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Mum feels far away
An oceans expanse
And soon I’ll be moving again