five minutes from home

blue car goes straightwhite car turns leftred light turns greencars surge forwardsurge towardme.tonight i sit behind a window and watcheyes stare and mind wandersi wonder where everyone is goingtonightwonder where i am goingtonight?soon i will gather my thingsand walki will walk five minutes into darknessfive minutes from this lighted land of coffeefive minutes to my newhome.the word lingersthe word livesthe word is wonderful and powerful and yet still soawfulawkwardunrealized.tonight i will walk homehome where i am lovedhome where i am safehome.tonight i will lock a door behind mewash my facebrush my teethpeelie in a bedsleep with blankets to warm mesleep with fans to cool me as idream.tonight my body will restmy soul will resti will rest-- but what about the rest?what about the homeless of housethe homeless of heart?which home would they rather havetonight?which home would i rather havetonight?tonight i sit in a coffee shopfive minutes from homelit by lampslit by laughterlit by glowing screenswarmed bylove.soon i will leave this warmthwalk into the cool darkwalk five minutes to homeand sleepand restand dreamand wonderwonder what Home is likewhy Home is still so farso very far.even after all of this.farfrom you and me and he and sheand all therest.

Coffee Shop Window

Thomas Mark Zuniga

I’m a storyteller, wanderer, and nonprofit director. Of all the epic places I’ve been, my favorite place in the world is the space where coffee and vulnerability intersect.

https://thomasmarkz.com
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