Here

City fades background
giant grey recedes into memory.
Hey, we're back on the road
endless miles, seems too much
stretched out far, so damn far.
This is the last, absolute last time I do this.
Shipped goods, shipped hearts.
Sometimes I walked around that place and felt proud.
Temporarily satisfied that I was doing it, that I was there, living.
Romantic notions of a place best kept at a distance.
Yes, we existed there. Now like some old dream just slowly
forgetting the details.
Here, we are here. This Pacific Northwest with its green,
its wet, its mountains--jeweled city in the forest? Perhaps.
Some time will be taken to adjust. Another new place, more new faces,
new jobs, new hopes, new takes on life. A return to form? Perhaps.
At any rate,
we're here.