(Palermo) (Sicilia 40)

it’s not exactly boredom or
even as simple as loneliness
that has come and found me.

just that, when journeys end, they truly end.
they find their closure as I’ve found mine.
worn, rested, tanned, tested
I’m ready. reluctantly or not, for home.
more sun? more beach?
more moonlit skies? more sea?
more foreign? more challenge?

definitely. all of the above.

more all, I need.  want. will have.
but now, it’s looking west,
it’s looking forward to sharing this journey
not with giving it all up.
not with alleviating the burden of travel
no matter not grating soaking feet can be.
it’s looking forward to closure instead of fighting fears of its non-existence.
could I keep going?  perhaps.  but
the escape pod approaches and I think I’m on it.