When I went outside,
I thought,
after checking the mail,
I should explore the apartment grounds from the left.
Get more familiar,
So I’m less likely to be rushed,
When in a crunch.
So I walked around the complex,
When my planned path ended,
I tried to find the closest one,
Going the same direction.
And when that ended,
I looked again,
And again and again and again.
The building numbers started growing.
I wanted to go home.
then some of them went missing.
By the time I found the missing numbers,
Including mine,
I was sauntering, sweating, and swaying through my door.
I had put on sunscreen,
On everything I could reach.
But my shoulders and back,
Are itching now,
Burning because,
Contrary to me expectations,
My hair was not enough protection,
And I didn’t dress for,
Iter longum,
To make a long journey.1
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