Sunday, 20 November 2022

 Pitstops on this journey back home

 

When it is this fear of falling behind
is what keeps us going,
even the pitstops on this journey back home
from the great unknown
requires a compass
to map the Second Star to the Right,
demands anxiety be disguised as wonderment;
like the days we traced the paths of glowworms
on windless nights in open fields
scanning the air from here to there
searching for a next blink somewhere.


 

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