Leaving early in the morn
Your heart heavy yet light
With hope…
You travel the void of
Subways and commuters,
Walk through dead leaves
Crunching under the burden
Imposed…
Greeted by a lambent
Welcome, a twinkle thick
With enthusiasm you whisper
a small prayer for the tiny
Warm hand
Fitting trustingly yours,
Unaware of the odyssey in
Its genesis unconcerned
About the accessories…
A prerequisite
For endurance as he walks
through the seasons of life
The arteries…
Of his universe