the house becomes a home, and the boys are left to explore.
for all the new space, the lost gather in nooks and corners.
I got lost today too, and celebrated with pixyish abandon- I dislike the frailty nurture brings, and how my resolve falters.
But the observation is significant, and just so poetic.
The bedouin spoke with instinct rooted deep, and I made my connections.
For those who wander, and those who stray;
these corners forever provide solace