*note: Tuesday, June 13, 2006*

I take a step and yet with each one
I get further and further away.

The sun comes up behind
and goes down ahead of me.
With each coming dusk,
nostalgia sets in, bringing memories
of wading pools and sandboxes.
Every bump in the road is invisible,
So far they’ve been bearable. Thank God.
With each step, I tremble in fear,
praying that I won’t fall into a hole.
That some snake won’t spring forth
and bite.
Bear with me as I zone out and imagine what’s trailing.
because visibility is subjective.
Or maybe, I should just turn around,
and experience what I’ve been afraid to.