meet me half the way this time.
my feet can’t grasp the sidewalk on the other side.
catch me in your autumn net
let me trapse your ways barefooted, on paths I can’t forget.
where the fireflies roam free
until they lose their way in pudgy hands turning nightlight company.
where the memories most rest
the quiet times and laundry fights in my old feathered nest
meet me half way this time
I can’t come all the way yet…
but when my worst, I try.