№ 559. Perhaps the World Ends Here

by Joy Harjo

 

№ 197. Coming Home

I am on my way home.
But I've lost my way.
A long road lies ahead, thin and lonely.

I can't find the once familiar roads.
The yellow brick roads that lead to my anchor.
But I look hard for these long forgotten leads.

There is someone waiting for me home.
I will be home soon.
It won't be much longer.