I put one foot in front of the other
is this a trudge
or the beginning of a journey?
Take the uneven slate sidewalk
past the victorians
Large lush yards beautiful colorful birds
Take me to or take me away
I am moving closer to the
steep pebbly road
Closer to the grey nondescript door
Smaller than the width of a child gate
down the stairs to my bell and door.
I’m home I’m home I’m home
….where are you?