I was never sure when to get off,
First i was in Norway and was struck by how strong and caring it was,
But I felt bored, was uncomfortable ans surprised to not be moving,
Then I drifted through Canada – never actually stopping, felt too stunned by leaving Norway.
Moving on I passed to Israel, there I spoke like friends for months before I actually got off,
When I did it was difficult as I knew her all too well,
She pushed me on snd vanished behind me and the trip continued on ahead.
Some stops were so minor and short they don’t even count, others I yearned for but didn’t hold me back, always compelled to keep on going, if I didn’t stop for long I couldn’t get old.
Back in London after much getting around,
Yet Moscow came and stopped in my life,
Felt like Norway again,
Was so impressed, excited and yet insecure and harsh,
One day Moscow had enough, and it’s turned cold and was no longer a place to stay,
Poland came next in an overlapping stop, rhyming names which everyone forgot.
Something inside me made it hard to stay, anywhere at all, and clung inside my moving place,
Pushing at the place I was, always thinking of the next place to go, rarely appreciating where I was, so never really being anywhere at all,
Later constructing with photos memories which otherwise seem like someone else’s,
Cursing myself to trudge on,
Then taking myself far away, Armenia in America supposedly a permanent place to stay,
Yet how volatile that was and restricted-depressed I couldn’t really stay,
How it felt at those times how badly my stop fit me, yet nowhere worked so a vagabond I went,
I left Armenia afraid, like I almost escaped and then needed to move for some time,
Like a cruise ship with a day stop I went surveying traveling a few new bays,
Trying at last to reflect inside,
Like seeing the world and the outside.
I stayed again in America, first fleeting, uncommitted and yet finally trying to remain,
I don’t think that being in one place,
Is the ultimate goal in this transitory life,
Yet being forced to run and never slow down,
Is exhausting
And even the colors blur from motion,
I learned so much from the places I went,
Humbled in awe and learning to remain,
Knowing that even this longest journey must end.