NaPoWriMo 2/30: A Stranger’s Journey

by Joanna

Even steps do not fall ahead of me
Yet the motion is fluid
A practiced walk is evident

Red striped shirt
Black jeans
Two white sneakers

Yet, something is different
This gait is unpredictable
One foot turned 90° inward

A lifetime of adaptation
Must have followed birth
Yet the smile remains

Walking on Main Street
Up to the day care center
To retrieve a most precious gift

As the door opens
I imagine a son’s face beaming back
In recognition of this man called Daddy