Where to go
To find a place to call 'home'
Without family or children
There is little to hold one
In a place
Forever nomadic, looking
Hoping somehow everything will fall
Into place
But no place can satisfy
When the spirit is restless
The time immaterial
And the search itself
More important than
The finding.
~ Laurence Overmire
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