Intuition and Anxiety

You may find yourself walking through your home on a summer night
The steps between the objects in your life memorized
You could reach for anything with your eyes closed
On the porch, familiar voices chime
Why turn on the light?

You slip out the back door along the garden hedge
Past the place where the porch light glows
Leaves are blazing in aching autumnal beauty
The air cools as the voices fade
It’s starting to get darker

You find yourself on a familiar path
Drawn deeper than before
Each step less familiar
You can still see in the dusk
But just barely