Home Drawn

The time inevitably comes
When the view is too green
Too close, too covered
Too moist
I pack bags and drive on autopilot
Turning right onto the dirt road
Telling the girls,
Open your windows
Seat belts off
The air joins our visible relief sigh
The dry dust red earth clouds behind the car
We wave goodbye to traffic
And sink back into familiar bare trees
Panting dirty dogs
A living house, pictures drawn on the walls
As effortless as drinking cool water
We settle with the dust.