Well here I am again
and this is looking awfully familiar.
I’ve doubled back on my steps,
retraced my route,
kissed my lucky penny,
I even wore the same shoes
that have tread this path
so many times before.

I have no idea how it is
that I keep landing in the exact
same place I started from,
when I set out expecting to be
somewhere completely different
by now, where all I have
strained toward is finally mine
for the having.

I won’t lie: I’m mad as hell about it.
There’s got to be something I’m missing.
I can’t quite put my finger on it
but there’s no point standing here
in the burning sand getting myself
all turned around and confused.
Okay, gonna start back at the beginning.
Gonna get it this time or God help me,
that’s it.

Claire Juno, © 2015

…dedicated to someone who is taking a different route this time