The pace slows
to a crawl 
no hurry here
like first steps 
after the crawl 
the first few
inch by inch 
before becoming feet
and eventually miles 
then back to 
crawl and quiet
and finally play 

From far off
miles maybe feet
maybe even lifetimes 
I can hear 
the door knocker
of some apartment 
down the hall 
rattle with announcement
metal against metal 
less cymbal and 
far more cold
and I wonder 
when and why 
and how mine 
might ever do

Never need
only want 
anything or
anyone for 
needs compromise 
they may
quench they
may sate
but they 
never satisfy 
they cripple 
ones decisions
wants provide 
a perspective 
an either 
and or 
never must

Fence hedge 
or wall
boundaries be
less impediment 
and much 
more challenge
to those 
intent on
getting in
but not 
on staying 

As I stand
high above next 
to the trunk
I peer out 
at the skinny 
branches where once 
was my home 
nest now gone 
just barren fingers 
that reach outwards 
it was there
I learned to 
at last fly
at last found
comfort and calm 
and my way
back to center