The Road Home

The road home was clear —

red lights streaming on ahead

but not too many,

no fog, no rain,

music to soothe

and some to keep us wide awake,

navigating traffic, hills, and bends

The road home is clear.

(We’ve learned, for now,

not to talk about it much —

it’s solo, after all,

and not negotiated)

When we arrive,

in some sense, in some aspect,

we may share with each other

what we have gained.

The road home

may not be always clear,

but we will own it,

we will persevere.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 12, 2018