Walking Away
He left the key in the unlocked door, surprised
To find it odd, and harder than he'd thought.
He'd miss this cul de sac, he realized.
He'd miss the car, the kids, the coffeepot.
Since there was only one way he could go
He went that way, each quickening step unplanned
Until he found the road he couldn't know
When in that other life, that other land.
Somehow he wore no shoes and his feet hurt,
But distantly, just as his sunburned back
Was only interesting. He felt alert,
But why? Was there some fear? Was there some lack?
After a while a beetle landed there
And spawned before returning to the air.
