It’s time to head home.
Time to awaken the feet
From their slumber.
They are groggy,
Unsure,
misdirected by the confused mind.
One foot steps on the other,
Then retracts, as if in apology.
The mind wants to sleep.
Like an exhausted kid who
Hates to be awakened from his world of dreams
And screams in resistance.
The cobbled sidewalk
Rises in undulation,
In my salutation?
Or is it in contempt?
I am not sure!
The road appears to loom suddenly
Out of the darkness of the night
And walk past me.
Has it come to take me home?
Or away from home?
Straight From My Heart 