I could put on those shoes there
the little ones
unlock the door and walk out
and not stop walking until I reached somewhere I wanted to be
where I could escape from the inexorable emptiness inside me
as empty as the house I have deserted.
No one need know, as long as I am back by sundown
yet I know I will not
(it’s not what people do)
I know I will sit here and dream of waves breaking
on far-away shores
of sunsets over foreign towns.
And I will learn to be content.