two sides to every coin

and two sides to every journey,
away from passing the peace, carrying laundry back and forth between buildings, the spider on the basement stairs at the Nuart, bright blue skies, and that flighty temptress, the elusive hour between Math and Latin,
towards water falling from the sky and moss rising from the ground, an orange-walled bedroom, the kids I've known since they were born, resumes, nineteen, new faces, new continents,
Home.