a Home to call My Own

I’ll be waiting at this bus stop,
near the bench that sits there
comfortably.

The 88 bus, it comes in
easy just past Vinal Avenue,
right on big old Highland, truly
above the rest of Somerville.

Like a mountainous valley,
Highland holds the crest with
rich red brick stone foundations,
and open common places
in the center of it all.

It was all about the sights
and smells that I experience
whenever I go somewhere new.

Especially when I’m running,
when the world is passing me by
so quickly, but not quickly
enough. Quick enough
to let it digest in my reality,
and quick enough to see
and smell enough of it all.

That was what it was like
out there, a new home
to call my own.