One day in the future
My son will need some air.
He’ll leave home
Seeking solace
If only for a minute or two.
On his journey toward temporary peace
He will come upon
The smell of roasted potatoes with rosemary
Two minutes to go til burning
The scent will float beneath his nostrils
And he will remember tonight…
Walking with me
Up and down emptying streets
Through quieting paths
Around quickly passing cars
Parking on the other side of the gate.
A walk
A gasp for air
A last chance to let go of all that was
And open to
what will be
This week
