A Familiar Ache

My reoccurring, on again-off again, ache is returned today to trouble me. A familiar ache, I feel it in my head. I feel it in my nervous stomach. 

The pressure of the air, the wind in my face, the noise of trains, and lawnmower engines, and barking dogs, and ambulance sirens. Every step another thud of the hammer. Every step another spike through the eye. 

But I’m not crying for the way things are - as bad as they are. If there are tears they are for the never was and the might have beens. I’m hurting now, but it will pass. Some Tylenol, some water, some rest. Till then I keep moving.  

Somewhere, elsewhere in one of those capital capitals, one of those centers of power and wealth and influence, someone is brokering another deal, trading information, buying and selling the world. What little it means to me. They can buy and sell it all and they still won’t have me. 

Home is where I want to be. 

My head hurts and my stomach rolls, but I am cheered by dandelions and purple flowers that I cannot identify. I am on my way home.