Some

I have slowed
to a crawl 
like I was
when a baby
before others cheered
and chanted up 
up he’s walking 
and that then
ignited everything else 
including my wanderlust 
my obsessive desire 
to see to
go to find 
until that is
when I did
with heavy pockets 
I wandered back 
losing most of 
what I’d gained 
and now once 
again somewhere new
and somewhat better 
and somehow old