A Thousand Miles

Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice

A Thousand Miles

 

We walked a thousand miles,
a thousand miles was how it felt,
but it was just minutes.

The sun was hot,
hot as fire,
beating on our faces,
yet we kept moving.

Tired, yet motivated,
I carried books, made designs,
gathered for my son,
and hoped another child
would join our homeschool.

At his current school,
I put his bag on the shelf
and noticed he was not behind me.
My heart leapt.

Through the crowd of students
listening to story time,
I searched but did not see him.

Then he turned,
looked at me,
and I took one last breath of relief.

He waved.
I smiled,
saying my goodbye
until 2:30—
we meet again
to walk one last time.

We walked a thousand miles,
a thousand miles was how it felt,
but it was just minutes—
until we were home.

 

 

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Comments5

  • sorenbarrett

    I take this as an expression of time as seen in the miles. So much in so short. A lovely write

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    My friend, reading this felt like being right there ...the sun, the crowd, the sudden fear, the smile that closed the moment. You’ve carried the small details into something powerful. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

  • Teddy.15

    This is how I feel in the summer, lovely title and a lovely read. 🌹

  • Anmol Sinha

    Your poem reminded me about T.S.Eliot

    Nice job

  • Goldfinch60

    He will always be there for you Petra no matter how many miles you go.

    Andy



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