We walk till our soles protests

at every stop-sign

and crossing place.

Like stitch splitting

when you slow for breath,

the burn thickens.

 

We are far from home,

further still from familiar,

so we cannot pause

on this side-street,

or linger on a corner place

as we might do elsewhere.

 

We can stretch our steps,

gnash the concrete paves

into cobbles

and pathways.

Break highways down

to track.

 

Trip

over the ache beneath

onto older ground.

Learn how to read

reassurances

of new landmarks.

 

Wander until this is home.