“questions” by Jenny Schon

footprints in the grass
it could be my step
decades ago, I left
when will I be back

where I lost myself
the crossroads shows
only in one direction
backwards to the birth

it has been determined
that this is me
a name was given to me
and said that it was mine

home – yes the
footprints in the grass…
they lead to the forest grove
I’ll lie there

with my questions