A Place Like Home

There are chalk marks on the sidewalk
Blue crayon houses
Pink candy sky
There are ink marks on the building blocks
Houses
Crescent moon
And an SOS
There is a chalk man on the bench
Wearing a bowler hat
I wish I could save the pictures
To remember the map
The signs
Which have navigated me to into the lap of
One more day
One more day
There is a key on the wall
Not in the hands of Saint Peter
I do not pick it up
I leave it on top of a crinkled piece of paper
For the next person to scribble an SOS
Like a prayer board
Paper
Marks on paper
Thick black lines
Tiny and shouting
That is the answer
It has always been there
I have left only one demand
Take me back safely
To the firm black walls
The pink candy sky
The thick beige
Comfort of home.