Home Again Poem by Mickel Wright

The mind races like a gentle stream,
Always flowing,
Never stopping,
Even when all other bodily functions cease to be,
Our stream is still flowing,
With the ebb and flow of our words into sentences,
Our sentences into detailed compiled thoughts,
Some cease to end,
Others cease to start,
But in the end it doth not matter,
Nor doth the trivial matters of our ethics,
Nay even the matters of Religion fall down to dust,
For thine food is sweet and milk all the sweeter,
Bringing us forth from our weary travels,
And into a warm embrace,
Honey coated kisses tells us we were missed,
Screams and yelps of joy saying we love you,
And, yet,
Sitting by that warm fireplace,
You feel as if you had never left.