Olema

Follow the road out
through the wet wood
breathe there
where the path ends

Twists and undulations
windows down
know the curves
as your own body

Cross and climb the rise
gravel crunches welcome
black dog barks and wags
keeps pace as you drift, stop

Door unlocked
even in the dark
the way is marked by
lift of laundry and smoke

Wherever you are
wandering the wide world
know you may 
turn today to find home