Meandering

Over the course of 25 plus years, I have moved some 20 times in 4 states. The course was neither aimless nor casual. It wasn't heavily winding, but the route was crooked. I have lived in a hotel and a boat for several months. Each of our three kids were born in a different state. One is a Northerner; one's a Southern; One's a Westerner. I and my family were never homeless, nor were we vagabonds. Like popular songs, 'we got around' by being 'on the road again'. This papa was not a rolling stone, nor did he consider his home to be everywhere he laid his head. Albeit, adaptable and flexible. I must say that technically, I was homeless when I was forced to live about a 100 miles from my family. I lived with an elderly friend 4 nights a week for nearly 3 years. I lived on my friend's 50 foot boat for several months until a storm nearly took me away. The morning after the storm was a portrayal for 'MEANDERING memories'. On all fours, I zigzagged between down lines, MEANDERING my way to safety. A picture of our various and multiple moves would be an interesting portrait of MEANDERING up and down highways in the Midwest and south, and a long trek across the USA from near the mighty Mississippi to the Pacific. On more that one occasion, I have experienced 'The Crooked Street' in San Francisco. The trail of my MEANDERING life is not quite like the Crooked Street, but there are rather striking similarities. The MEANDERING would continue in the city by the bay until a job change forced us to move about a hundred miles Northeast to the river city of Sacramento where we have changed our abode three times. Only time will tell if this MEANDERING continues rolling along. 091621pscTEST, "M" Contest, New Poems Only, Constance La France