Why go by road when there are other ways?
Like snickets that run between houses
and behind gardens, sneaking through
where it seems there is no way
but to go round.
You can’t take the car
if you go that way and though it seems
like you’re trespassing on someone’s private space,
still, you have to show your face as you go.
So no furtive creeping to your inquisitive walking
but a sense of traversing light and shadow
in what’s not an anonymous place, though it is
if you don’t belong there.
Just move on through, and when you get to where
you’re going, you’ll know you’ve been somewhere.