From My Journal to The Quest

i have traveled much 

and i have found,

homes in every little town

filled with laughter and baked goods

pretend sword fights, fueled by cheap wine 

peter’s lost boys and marmee’s girls 

spirits summoned in the warm living rooms 

of young adults who choose their kin 

god’s chosen “home” alchemists

a place i feel i have never been 

in california the house is so cold 

in paris and portland i breakfast alone 

in my mind’s eye i am where 

im hoping to know 

staring, studying, one day i can try 

your time, a hug, a recipe

am i worthy of warmth 

found so easily?