She said she dreamed
that young once more
she walked a road
that led from nowhere
into nowhere,
and, stopping, placed
her name-tagged suitcase down.
The question asked
inside her head
was this: ‘Shall I go on,
walk on. Or turn
and stay a while?’
She turned, and left
the suitcase standing there
to be reclaimed
some other day
when she would need no proof
of who she was
or where she was to go,
the handle forming to her hand.
