NaPoWriMo Day 2

LITTLE JOURNEYS 

Ten steps from kitchen to chair.

Four steps in the balcony’s sun. 

The sound of the train you’ve decided 

to make as you walk the dozen feet

of the hall that leads from your office. 

Barefoot, toes, balls, heels, on purple wool

then white. The sun at 6 p.m.

makes a triangle of light,

makes your last step warm

as I welcome you home 

from your little journey that is 

still possible.