for the moment

I bought an old Victorian house
with beautiful character
and a white picket fence
lined in lovely roses
in hopes the charm and the mortgage
would keep me satisfied
but not stagnating in one place
Indiana and the cornfields
own my memories of youth
Houston, Austin, and Dallas
mark my indoctrination
in to independence
and Colorado's Rockies point
towards the sky under which
I became a mother
before I thought that I was ready
and now, Washington holds me
captivated for the moment
with four beautiful seasons
and a home I call my own
and a white picket fence
I am painting in what seems
to be a never ending project
keeping my mind distracted
from thoughts of the thrill
of unknowns that lie beyond this place
and while part of me hopes
I can be satisfied staying put
the rest of me stays open
to the call of possibilities
whose boundaries I have yet to discover
and I am content for the moment
to watch it all unfold