The Hunger Returns
Traveling to Arizona and
California last month
satisfied a hunger in my soul.
Visiting with family.
Playing in the ocean.
Basking in the sun during
winter.
But like I’m ready for a
meal
four hours after the last
one,
I’m ready to travel again.
Like my tummy growls when
I’m hungry:
My eyes search for
something new.
My fingers itch to pack a
suitcase.
My right foot longs for the feel
of the gas pedal.
Some folks understand this
and some don’t.
Regardless, I must deal
with it,
and I’d rather fulfill it,
than starve myself.
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