context

this past summer felt out of context
moved "back home" to a new place
new love in old settings.
old love in new ways
in juarez for a new life,
for every re/union, a goodbye.
new perspectives on old circumstances,
old wisdom informing new insights.

(back) to the place that was never home
but where part of me has always lived.
all the things that could not be carried,
if not recreated, remaining
a constant reference point for our ways of being
soon to become all that surrounds me.
with nothing planned but a date of departure,
home wherever i go, always returning.