Have you ever gotten lost and needed a compass to find your way back?
Magically, this writer was found, months later,
in a different town,
in a better home,
closer to college,
with a smidgeon of wisdom and hope.
The agony, angst, despair seemed to have washed away,
similarly to the sand off the snow-laden roads of Mass. this past winter.
Magically, this writer was held together by
steaming coffee, giggles and warm blankets.
The green grass is growing while buried under the snow–
despite the forces of weather, cars speeding
and the disgusting potholes swallowing cars’ axels.
Until we meet again.