I am a longing for summer, 

A sea breeze in a mountain town. 

Hoofbeats on pavement, 

A misfit wherever I go, 

Yet somehow, 

I belong. 

I am nowhere. 

Stay nowhere. 

Go everywhere. 

Always moving, 

A memory. 

I leave impressions, 

A footprint in the sand, 

That never washes away. 

Changing as the tides, 

Dependable as the mountains, 

I leave my trail from sea to sea, 

From town to town, 

I leave pieces of me, 

Shaping who I am as I shape the places I go. 

I am not a childhood bedroom, 

A familiar swing set, 

Rotting in the backyard

Covered in weeds. 

I am a fresh painted door, 

On some new house, 

Always open for change.