HOMEWARD BOUND

Here I go again
Starting from the beginning 
But at least I’m familiar with the terrain 
Falling trees, leaves cascading in the wind 
While trying to navigate through a blizzard’s sin.

Home is far away 
And so is a sunshine day 
But the one I love is left alone
Wheelchair bound and no telephone 
I have to make it home.

As the wind hurls snow on my face 
Visibility cloaked by grey clouds and narrow space 
I am led by the passion inside 
To make it home, to my crippled child 
Even, as I stare death in the eyes.

Wilford Barker.