Homebound

January 7, 2018
The night air jabs

knifelike against the face.

Feet plod purposefully
protected against the outside world
by thick socks and black thigh high boots.
Mosquitos bounce off the crisp black jacket
with only one layer of cotton sewn onto its skin.


No noise except boots
crushing stones
on their quest to keep moving forward.


Home is far away.
The only transportation;
purpose
determination
sweat
and
sweet longing.