spirit

the miles between us
inch along like army ants.
but the crumbs are there.

the very first day
of a decades’ long journey.
to a home with me.

the heavy tiredness.
the heaving in life’s bosom.
the languid stale air.

a man once said:
great things come from the small.
i was once small.

a mountain to climb.
the jagged rocks of despair.
bloodied but hopeful.

the short days stumble.
running life without a break.
weight getting heavy.