Restless Soul

Always moving
Nomad woman
there's no place
like home
is where your heart is
sweep the hearth
wash the dishes
return there
after dark
alone
this temple
to thine own self
be true
a construction
an assemblage
of moves
Gypsy on the fly
portable alters
truck full, pots clanging
plants, cat, me
adjusting again
finding North for my pillow
each time
big mother E
is where I'll lay
in the end
final rest home
nomad soul
will move on.