I have not found

a place to call home

I have traveled to so many places,

seen so many cities

driven over well paved roads and dirt roads and  walked along side roads that have almost been wiped  away by time.

In all of that time I haven’t found a place to rest my bones.

Perhaps I never will.

Maybe I am a ghost in training.

A Rushy Shore, plate XXXV from “Life and Landscape on the Norfolk Broads”