i have known the taste of salt water,
and the smell of decaying forests,
and the crack in hundreds of sidewalks.
i have loved the gas pedal,
and the airport
	concourse,
the the ever-changing
time zones.
in all of these places,
i thought i could find a home in not having one;
i have chased the sun
	across
		the
			sky
so many times,
not yet ready to admit:
	you never catch up.