everywhere is home

some days you can't get to where you're
going.
detours,
traffic, the lights are all red.
but it's okay.
you're in no rush.
you'll get there. there's no one
waiting at the end
of this road.
no one at the door or window.
there's no hot meal
on the table.
no lover waiting in my bed.
so why go fast, why be bothered
with this slow roll home.
this is home.
everywhere is home when you're
alone.