nothing more

There's always the sound of engines in the distance
of someone mowing their lawn
semis, diesel throb
cars slipping by to nowhere
That's fine
that's okay
I've just lost track of time
Simple times are back
with their multitudinous pleasures
I mean
I can't even recall
when it was ever this easy
Has my wanderlust
come home to roost?
Has my great plague ended?
The rain has penetrated me
coalesced with my bones
I've waxed old in strange places
but in this moment
I feel it sweating out of me
and rising to the sun
The forever wayfaring one
feels no need to travel on
not today
not with the sounds of Summer stirring
Maybe simple things
are heftier than previously thought
Right now
I need nothing more
than the look on your face.