Oh, you’re talking to me?

I was just at the grocery store.
Did you mean…

Oh.
No.
Further.

I live just a block away from this park.
Past the convenience store.
It’s a small red brick house.
I can just walk back…

Oh
Not that either

Perhaps you meant where I grew up
Playing hide and seek
Until the street lights came on

Or street hockey
Calling ‘Car’
Each time someone wanted to pass

That’ll add another five hundred clicks

No?

Maybe where I was born.
That would be much further.

Still not quite right…

Or perhaps 
You’re being
Philosophical

My true heart is with my husband and kids
Who are playing in the sandbox over there.
He’s the one building
The castle.

Maybe too deep…

I think I know what you’re thinking

Further
And Before that
Even

To my mother’s womb
Where I kicked
Among amniotic fluid
Waiting
To be born to this world of wonders

A time
When you and I
Didn’t look much different
At all

Yes
I think
That’s 
Exactly

What you meant.