in a train car 1/5 filled with a buzz above my head and an armrest in my back

the most profound realisation
is that there
isn’t one.

I gain from so much
but do not take credit
for discovery.

it’s not in the blood
of this country nor this voyage
to have the antidote that cures all.

or puts out the fires I leave
raging at home.

it’s not in this mind the necessary path
for my roots to bring forth
flirtation to the surface.

it is the necessary trigger for
discovery of a piece of happiness.

even with a constant hum of the train’s buzz
I can find peace
knowing it is all around me.
I can find beauty
knowing what I like to look out for.

I can find myself in part
through travel.
but most importantly,
I’m sure I fill in time
is that the sociological study of home
will bring the most rewards.