I’m shuffling my feet.
I’m pretending they’re bound.
We are almost to a destination
which is the line where we started.
When I flew over a map
I recognized mountains
crop circles and bodies of water.
I recognized the parking lots.
It took me two trips to understand
I was flying over home.
You say as long as I’m moving
I’m winning.  You jog in place,
waiting for my invisible baton.
There is something about
baby steps here that I’m missing.
There’s a lesson I’m trying
my slowest to learn.


To learn more about Christy Crutchfield, visit her blog The Hopeless Monster.