Stretch

I never come home the same.

The trip rearranges me.

Like the way the body reshapes itself after illness or heartbreak.

Travel brings its own kind of ache.

Tip toeing in places I’ve never been.

And might never see again.

It stretches my thoughts.

The music I choose.

The food I crave

The colors I reach for when I paint.

8”×10", watercolor

This painting comes in a solid wood frame.