i'm walking boldly out into rush hour traffic
without looking in both directions.
the moon shines brightly tonight,
far away from any cloud attempting to hide it.
the continuous phases of this lunar being
have returned me to the same shelter.
this new moon is guiding me
in the direction of an old friend.
nine years of preparation is buried in the dirt.
the cement is cracked beneath me,
and i try not to falter.
my pace is steadily increasing
with the passing of each sidewalk panel.
the shadows of creepy figures await my arrival.
too many preconceived notions and indecisive patterns
bring me to a halt outside the front porch.
will i be welcomed or frightened away?