I am still a traveler in an unfamiliar land,
Everyone knows where they’re going,
how to hold on without falling, which
set of doors will open next. Everyone
arrives at a place that is warm
and welcoming, but all I know
is the sound of wheels on tracks.
It’s safer to remain in transit
than to get off at the wrong stop
or to build a home in a new place,
praying that some light in the window
will one day belong to me.