Stray

If you’re looking for a straight line home
I tell you, you will not find it.
We can pave a collective path
as far as the eye extends
but it will not do.
The price is too high.
Too much is left out,
too many left behind.
too poor in spirit it leaves us.
The choices, I know, feel impossible.
Stray, to where? With whom?
In the end we must choose ourselves
over and over.
All the leaving, forging, finding.
All the greeting, welcoming, loving.
We will find each other out there,
you and I.