In the taxi coming here
The mind allowed the traffic
And time
To inspire me.
I wallowed in the memory
As only those
Who’ve yet to feel emotion.
I held images,
Coined words,
Of which all this
Is a whimsical parody.
I left roads wash over me;
Some seemed familiar,
Some just wanted to be.
I’ve lived in the city,
You see,
For more time than
Every other, bar one:
And now I return to
That beginning.
A man, with a family,
But alone this time
On my travels.
I am a man who
Will soon become
A child, the youngest brother;
I am returning to
Start over…again.