Am I really lost
If I mean to be?

Wanderlust
Fulfilled across
Green, Green Grass
But never satisfied
Never done –

Anxiety
From a need to see
White, Tan Sand
Between these toes
In these hands –

Enthrallment;
Marveling at
Red, Red Pillars
Stoic, yet passionate
Timeless and ancient
Speaking of a love
That the Heavens cannot
Contain.

Is it home?

Am I lost
If I mean to be?