Where Have You Been?

Many times I’ve been to the creek

that follows the railroad tracks.

I remember summer’s end,

my feet dangling in the water

my reluctant goodbye to childhood.

I’ve traveled long periods alone,

with friends, some more than friends, and a loyal dog.

I’ve been to a tiny pastry shop

where we pressed our faces so close

exchanging visions of what came next,

our paths merging in the distance.