Borderline

It’s almost lonely
with the rain drenching all the land
around my house, leaving me
at sea. I am autonomous,
choosing just when to eat my doughnuts
and when to daydream about
romantic things. I can climb the stairs
or I can crawl if I want to.
feeling like a panther easing my way
through jungle brush.
The rain and the stairs make me feel
I am floating, perhaps to discover
some place not yet named.
There is peace in this moment,
between steps, raindrops, and romance,
all of them forming a humming line
on the border of where I want to be.