A door soon to close

I opened a door
Lit a candle on
the third match

Shuffled my way through
caution and boxes of summer clothes

Each day I hold hands
with insecurity
Like a tarp stretched
between two buildings

My candle casting
blue shadows on places I might
have gone, blessings
I could have spoken

I find laughter
at the end of each city block
My stride widens
Taking flight Hope

Up here, without worries weight
I take breaths from a funnel of Love

Lungs expand, heart, expands
Victory sounds the conch

Those I had forgotten
become close to me
They lay like stones smoothed
by a river, young
mountains growing towards clouds