I turned a corner just as the sun turned off.
In the sudden darkness nothing was familiar.
My sense of direction and locus was lost
replaced by icy panic filling my veins. My heart beat fast,
my feet pedaled faster as blindly, feverishly I tried one street
after another. I turned and turned and turned and
by happenstance found the street where I’d started from.
The street where the house of my Dad’s work acquaintances lived.
Where we had come for dinner. Where they had one, or was it two,
kids around my age, and a bike I coveted and wanted to try out.
Our car was parked on the street in front. My heart settling,
coming closer, familiar chatting voices became clear.
They were all calmly waiting for me on the porch.
All I longed for from that moment was the visit to end
so I could truly be home, tucked into the familiar
and secure sheets of my own bed in my own room
once more. But I still wanted that bike.
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