Destination Can Be Home

by Denise McQuiston

In my town the hillside
is graced with a Gothic Church designed in stone.
I walk the winding streets into the hills
and see the panorama of my town below.
This town was my destination and discovery
from 3000 miles West.
The 4 seasons pass here
in colors and seasons of their own time.
The days begin in rain, fog and forested mountain mists
just before traffic hits and coffee is poured to the masses
while trains rumble through.
This town is my element.
An old house, apartment or New England Victorian might sustain me
it’s the elements that call out to me and touch my heart
that are the comforts of what I call home.

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