'are we there yet?'

on the way there,
   i'm anxious,
   i'm hungry.
on my way there for the first time,
   i'm intrigued as my mind fills in the blanks.
but on the way back
   on the way home again
      i count fewer houses
      i notice less.
   i inhale, or exhale, whichever.

and so if i work- hard, yet slow.
   the distance will remain,
   drive-time cannot diminish.
but the way will become
familiar.

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