Sunday, August 12, 2012
On My Way Home
It took a while for the families to remember me. Their great, great, great, great, great grand daughter. 500 years is a long time to wait.
The loose dirt and dust between my toes has settled into my heels. I like to drag my feet, feel the earth. I stop by every door to say hello or to accept an offering of a cool drink. The families have been waiting so long and become impatient with me. "The girl doesn't know how to walk a straight line!" I look up at the sleeping stars hiding behind the sun, write it down, fingers all twisted, and I lose my way. They try to help me. Throw flowers at my feet to open the path but I can only follow the crumbs. I can be such a pest.