going home

you leave
a trail of bread
crumbs
to find
your way home.
by the end
of the day, half
have been eaten
or tossed
around so that
you are no longer
on track
but lost
and knocking on
a stranger's door,
asking
for directions,
for help
to get you
where you need
to go. but it's
too late in
the day,
you have to start
over. you are
unafraid,
it's what you
do best.