The floor is strangely still under my feet

I sway because it’s not swaying enough

After so many months on a boat

I can’t help but feel unstable on stable ground

The room is too small

Too quiet

Too crowded

Because the grand explorer I am is finally home

I am home but I never felt more stranded

I miss my boat and the feel of everything on it

The sea on my face, the wind in my ears

And for only music the waves

I am home and where I wanted to be

But I’m already away

In my head dreaming

About my next travel