Home is where the heart moves

We walked and talked along the banks of the peaceful river

Sat together on a wooden bench

Saw a sassy swan glide by

Unapologetically

I posed on that beautiful bridge

Said good-bye at the happy station with heart felt hugs all round

And left by train-shuttle-plane

Arrived by metro-boat-bus

I could have caught a taxi/uber/bolt

Save energy and time

But I had had a lift into town by car in the morning

Why deny myself the full experience of this poem?

Brushing shoulders

In the train-shuttle-plane-metro-boat-bus

Exchanging curious glances, timid smiles

Friendly words, kind gestures in different languages

I was told the poet lies for the improvement of truth

I never once believed it

Not even when I was tired of arriving home exhausted