I enter through a grudging door
into a room via the wall
sit in a chair and drift to the floor
as a small boy walks through my legs
and skips his way down the hall
to ask when I'll be here
a familiar key
soft treads quickening.
a passing blaze of hair
I stand mute in the porch
yet from behind watch her smile
as she embraces the figure on the step
and feel arms clasp my back
a head on my cheek
for she doesn't know
I am already home