THE ROAD HOME
I suppose - in time -
everyone knows their roads:
the road not taken,
the road with
regrets,
the yellow brick road,
the road to Phoenix,
the hit the road Jack
and don’t come back, Jack,
the road to Kingdom come,
the road from Jerusalem to Jericho,
the road to Calvary,
the road to Emmaus,
the road back home.
I suppose - in time -
everyone wonders what to do:
stop biting their nails,
stop sucking their thumb,
stop going around in circles,
stop feeling being sick and tired,
wanting to go somewhere,
wanting to get moving again,
wanting to get on the road hoping,
wanting to see ahead and see
smoke rising from our home chimney,
and to see my dad standing at the mailbox,
looking for me walking back down the road.
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