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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