Lost

The way home

Is now no longer

Just around the corner,

Where the owners

Of neighbourhood cats

And barking dogs

Are not far behind.

The way home,

Like lost hope,

Has been eroded

By swollen rivers,

Cut off

By broken bridges,

Eroded by

Rough seas,

Divided by

Endless rows

Lined with

Stranded others

Up ahead

And far behind,

Who now,

Lost as well,

Can no longer

Find a way

Or a reason

For keeping

To the hope

Of returning

Even halfway home.