Ports of call

A  journey on earth a suspended interplanetary ball.

The planet earth’s emissary’s darting here and there and prone to wandering through the streets and avenues of this the port of mankind here in the global township.

Paths cross, similar to being at a busy airport.

Don’t I know you? A familiar face becon’s warmth and affection.

I hear words softly spoken I see gentle eyes, amongst all the clutter and clacking at these ports of call.

I then wander through this maze knowing I could better see from a vantage.

Perhaps home is the port of longest duration or of developed kinship and love of family.

I have heard it said, home is where you are as well as where your heart is.

What is longing for then do you suppose?

For some the motion creates the emotion. So I have been told.

                                                                                           Johnny G.