The Growing Hunger Home
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

There’s something about the journey–
the stepping out of your door into everything.
There’s something about observing, like
Goethe observed, or how a dog sniffs the air.
There’s something about merging
into the trees, and not wishing for anything,
with no need for longing to guide you forwards.

Having lived in Philadelphia for so many years,
there’s something about walking the city streets–
the rush of people, the car horns startling the air,
the scaffolding where more apartments
are being built, the business boarded up—
that’s when the longing comes,
and the growing hunger home.