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My rocking chair, if you can even
call it that, looks like it fell from a U.F.O and landed in isle #246 at IKEA. No runners, no arm rest, just an odd little
teardrop shape. A gift from someone at
some point. It is woven like an African
basket, oblong and uncomfortable to sit in.
It's rounded handle buries itself between my shoulder blades. I do not miss this chair when I am gone for
nine months out of the year. I don't
miss most of this stuff individually. I
miss the sum of all parts home. How wonderful.
My phone doesn't ring as much as it does when I'm on the road. I wonder if it is broken. I could be missing some important calls or
emails. They'll call back. Home. My
garden is overgrown. My yard taken over by wandering watermelon vines
scattering green dinosaur eggs in random places I keep discovering. Hopefully they will hatch before I leave
again. Maybe in the middle of the night
the vines will crawl through my window and wrap around my ankles and tie me to
the cheap IKEA rocking orb and hold me hostage so I will never have to leave
again. I will stay home only because it is against my will. Because every time
I have an opportunity to choose, I take the one that keeps me from home. Not because I am choosing Tulsa OK over my
girlfriend and garden, but because I can't turn down my dream. I live close to a private airport. Little
planes fly over all day long. I have
spent so many hours hurling through high altitudes in jetplanes. Flooring it
fast down the freeway across the country in busses, vans, and rental cars. My
flesh and bones have been propelled across most of the globe. I must be increasing my chances of injury. It feels strange not to move so fast. Conserve.
I bought an energy saving light bulb. I
saw a guy selling water saving shower heads at the farmers market. Maybe I should get one of those too. I don't drive when I'm at home. My bike is
all I need. That could be a song someday. People always give me suggestions for
songs. "Hey man, you should write a song about red headed people. ‘Cause
I'm red headed too, and I think it would be cool.". My friend just got an infected heart and is
bed ridden for a few months. There is a song in there somewhere. I wonder if
anything life threatening should happen to me on the road. Last night I dreamt
I was at a meeting with a record label and all my teeth fell out and I had to
run to the bathroom. Yesterday my girlfriend told me I need to brush my teeth
more. I think that’s where it came from. She said I smell like burnt pipe tobacco. I tell her it brings me closer to the earth.
When I was younger and had more free time I used to go on solo backpacking
journeys and take a corn cob pipe. It makes me feel like an Indian. Home. I dream of kids and dogs someday soon in a
farmhouse up north somewhere. Home isn't here. Only for the time being.
Everything has been temporary. "It's
only temporary" Home.