52 – LITTLE BOY BY THE GATE

Place one sandled foot
before the other.
On to pilgrimage!
So saints,
So scoundrels,
So prima donnas,
and conquerors.

Stand at the gate
pulled back by cords
of suckling
of warm quilts
of growing quilts
and unconquered fears.
But,
turning back to familiar rooms now
is to die.
Life is when cords are cut,
when soul scrapes, bleeds
on the roads rocks.

So, walk where you must.
Close the gate behind you
and walk.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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