Patch Of Sunlight

Walk back and forth

Same old street, pigeon droppings, 

The same old man cleaning his car

Looks at me with the same old expression

Like I’m going to change any day

Into something else.

Come a long way but haven’t moved an inch

Carrying a suitcase full of small insights into life,

That sometimes feels too heavy,

And sometimes way too light.

Walking back and forth,

Same old street,

Same old dog on the porch,

Looks at me with the same old expression

Like he was expecting something different this time.

I look at him

Comfortable, content,

Bathed in the warm golden afternoon light,

And tell him, it's going to take sometime

Before I find my own

Patch of sunlight.