For home.

I've been feeling nostalgic, lately.

I love the cities where I live.

when I grew up, I live on an island

and I loved it.

In the summer everyone in town

would be on the boardwalk, the beach

eating shaved ice and fries.

My family and I would bring a bucket of

cold chicken and ice cream - sit on the sand

watching the sun drop

into the pacific

to light up the cities of

mermaids underneath.

But while I was growing up, all the other kids would complain

because:

we wouldn't get enough snow

we didn't have anywhere cool

we had nothing to do after 6pm

because everything was closed.

Now I am grown up (I think)

and i live on the mainland

all on my own, while my

family still happily eats ice cream

on the beach - they can even see the lights of my current city,

or so they say.

Anyway now I live in the big city,

and I still listen to people complain

because

it rains too much

there are too many poor people

there is no place to go after 3 am

I don't understand those kids from my hometown

because

one year it snowed 3 ft. and that was enough for me

(also, the city had one snowplow. Any more snow would be chaos.)

after 6pm I didn't need to be anywhere but home, with my family

and I could think of nothing better than

my father, my mother, my brother, my sister

on the beach, with a bucket of cold chicken

watching the light fade into

finer points of stars

and the glittering of the mainland, where

I will end up

in the rain

watching the island

disappear after 6 pm.