Day 37: the open road

For a month now

My computer has autocorrected

Everything I write

Into french







I never made it across the border but it has


How an inanimate object

Turned French

When it was meant to be me

Perhaps I’ll never know










I can feel escape calling







This home

So solid and secure

So reliable and loving

I will never forget










Yesterday I went into the van

To find something, I think

I stooped in her low-roofed belly,

A sob caught in my throat

And I said

One day we will hit the road together


Us five

Out there









Lockdown is ending


Keep the faith






I was really saying that to myself





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