I always imaged
that one day
My maternal instincts
would kick in, and
(my wanderlust
would fade away, and)
I would
be content with
frosting cupcakes
for my kid’s class
(staying put
in one place)
because it would mean
the world
to her
(let me lay roots)
Instead,
I’d keep
postponing
her arrival
chasing spontaneity
(proceeding
with my departures
retreating from monotony)
Getting scolded
For waiting
Too long
Too long for what I
wondered?
I always felt like
There were two of me
Maybe I live
Somewhere
in between