in the blink of an eye
I am standing in my child body
holding my lunch sack in my hand

there is no sandwich or apple
there is no note from my mom
it is full of the very small hope that I have managed to keep
and a doorway to endless desire
that leaves me breathless, for family and home
for sunshine and days with no pain

I stand in the rain of a dark early morning
at the corner, waiting for the bus
that never comes.