The days have been disorienting
Weeks start and end with seasons
Taking time for granted
Granting time to snip untied knots
Crinkled toes stuffed into someone else’s shoes
Broken in someone else’s path
While their narrow footprint shames me with each misstep
The dogs that I watch follow me like I’m their mother
When I cross the street to oncoming traffic
They remain loyal at my heel
They’d leave their mother to die with a stranger
I thought they’d know better
How come I wake to broken pieces
The hurricane waits till I rest to roar
Knowing nothing can take me