Why are you so far from home? Did you lose your mother in the crowded streets? Did you forget to hold her hand across the road? Or are you Alone, Left by a family Who never thought of you as their own? May your growing feet sprout wings And fly you somewhere you are loved.
Why are you so far from home? You must be looking for someone. After all, no one gets lost here, Especially not someone like you. A young man. I’m not sure where you came from But leave. Now. Before you’re stuck When the pavement becomes wet again And you’re trapped beneath the surface.
Why are you so far from home? I’m not sure you even have one. Maybe the bench is your home, Its wooden planks wrapping around you Sometimes, I can’t see you through warped wood. Why stay there? Your feet have hardened to cinder blocks and You’ve sunk. Go home, wherever that is. Please. Sprout wings from your shoes. Fly away.
Editor Lily Friedrichsen said, "This seriously almost made me cry and gave me goosebumps. I love that this poem can be whatever the reader wants it to be."