True Places Never Are

Abandoned women
And wandering men
Exchange your places
And learn a new dance

Home is a prison
Roads are wearying
What’s common to both
Is feeling alone

And having no choice—
But if you exchange
Home for road or road
For home and then road

You might discover
You were never home
And there was no road
Only loneliness

Alone with being
Crowded or alone
Alone in motion
Or still—still alone

That’s what wandering
And abandonment
Come to in the end
So begin again

Wandering women
And abandoned men
Make your loneliness
Your friend—befriended

Loneliness will leave
As all friends will leave
If you don’t leave them
Now you’re free again