Wanderer

Written by: aida melesse

We step out.

Begin our walk into the road
to get closer to the unknown,
we follow trails that have been left
at times aloft 
and
at times lost.

Still guided by loving hands
as if pushed by a whistling wind
fully unaware that we have arrived,
hesitantly,
our feet stand
within its gate.

we have arrived
we’re home
at last.