and it's all I have an appetite for;
seventy-four degrees keeps the sanity within me.
My face absorbs every beam
and it's sure to show up many years from now
but I don't care right now,
it warms me like it warms the earth
brightens my life, reminds me of my bright future
and its irridescence exposes truth in all colors
the blazing gold of autumn leaves
the dulling green of weathered grass
the hopeful promises in my hungry sky-blue eyes.
She is in the western sky, luring me, guiding me;
the wind blows and the leaves that scatter the streets follow.
Like hearing my mother call me in at the end of a long day
and I'm fighting between the sounds of an ice cream truck
and the thought of warm flannel pajammas.
"Baby, it's time to come home..."
westward, westward - behind the clouds, the trees, across the river
and goodnight.
Every autumn evening is a bittersweet reminder:
I'm not home, yet.
I was born misplaced.
I need to go home; I'm starving.
- Jacqueline Audrey
