tokuon

It has been a while since I’ve written, so a poem.

"Hurry Home…"

the click clock of shoes
the jingle of coins and keys
the rustle of grocery bags
the beat of my heart
as I hurry home to you

the brisk night breeze of
the verge of spring
the soft street lamps below
the sky’s blend of dark shades
as I hurry home to you

As I hurry home to you
the possibility of dark windows
of a cold room
of unforeseen disappointment
of frightening scenes
like TV like movies like
the news
and I hurry, I hurry home to you

and the manifestation of
all the hidden fears
all the lingering doubts
all the possibilities, the inevitabilities
as I pass the empty window
as I turn the key
as I open the door

Surprise!
shouts the crowd
Happy Birthday!
they yell
a party cracker stings my forehead
and a warm kiss greets my cheek
home to you have I come