Timemachine nostrils

My home sits on the kitchen bench

9990 miles

30 hour flight away

from where everyone lives

Everyone with familiar smiles and rolling eyes, arching over inside jokes

Everyone that remembers my birthday at the Zoo

and the time my Vespa and I made the paper

Everyone that reminisce of old parties and uninvited guests; when we made out in the laundry or I wore shorts in November

30 hour flight

Alone on the massage chair and through metal detectors and silent taxi rides and that one time, cabin fever red wine vomit somewhere over Japan

9990 miles away

But my home sits right there on the kitchen bench

in a little red box

Redheads matches

Gentle shuffle, stick figure raffle

Red head against rough, brown race track

-- over the finish line and

Fire! Flame!

Blow. Black head, gentle grey veil

Silver hair rising, swaying, dancing

Up to the nose, two dark doors, closed eyes

And I'm back there

Where everyone is

In our old living room

snow crystal windows and Mum's Michael Bublé biscuits

Setting up a taco table while my friends are in the kitchen - oh the guests will here soon!

Grandads pipe next to blue ocean and August flowers

Grandads pipe cross-country skiing

Grandads pipe over strawberry fields where I ate more than I picked

and bowl of cream and sugar. Grandads pipe.

Black head. One moment back home where

Everyone is but