ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
HOW TO GET THERE
go till the snow falls
thinly separate flakes
too light to land
then you turn
take that as far down as
the wind blows in your face
stop it's midafternoon
but cold as all get out
don't rest long
another turn
now you're lost
must beg as though you mean it
shelter far
travelers few
trust gone altogether
night appears
the lights make it easy
to see the house from far off
so different in the dark
the storm has come
you go up the front steps
they welcome you feed you
it's warm rest now
where have you been