Descended from nomads,
we still don't know how to settle
into a home with a foundation
in the ground. Always groaning,
says Paul, always scrolling
for new listings, always boarding
the next plane in search of Eden.
The thought of going
home depresses me.
Give me European architecture,
Japanese gardens, the walkability
of Vancouver, but let me keep
my local grocery store with
the clerk who knows my name
and gives my kids stickers.