Challenging Poetry

motion sick

when I was young,
I wanted to go everywhere,
walking over mountains and
through rivers, fly over clouds
and through rainbows,
swimming the seven seas,
walking for a while with a new friend
and singing harmonies
with an old—and I danced
through the world, never caught—but
now my feet ache and my roots stretch
in every direction, through swamps
and deserts, mountains and plains
and home feels like a kite
on the wind,
never, never, still.

Prompt: April 26—Travel