A PANDEMIC DREAM
June 11, 2022Tonight my three-year-old ran home from the lake
Over city streets known to me but new to him.
How he made it home I’ll never know;
The body finds a way.
He surprised me in the kitchen,
Looking almost casual, almost proud,
Torso naked, dark-blue shorts halfway down his legs.
When he reached his mama in the hallway,
He fell to the floor sobbing
And stayed there a good long while,
Safe at home, but broken from the journey.
My Track Record 
At first missed the title and category. Glad for this to be in the realm of dreams. Prophetic that he should find his way. : ) Noting his different presentation to mom and dad.