the way through looks long –

too far into the future

you only want to get home

confirmed as you walk

and muscles begin to feel taut

repeated occasions of this walk

start to feel easier though –

to feel shorter

and you glance

back – which you must never do

and think how much time has passed

on this self-same path

how the journey receded gradually.

More of my poetry can be read on my Patreon

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