racineSitting by an open window on a

late spring evening,

cool damp air hovers just inside

the screen as it touches my skin.

At a distance, the hum of the city is



The neighborhood is still.

Then a dog barks.

A car passes on the street-

rubber hits the grooves of the road

and a steady bump-bump

bump-bump of the tires goes by.


I know I will be moving


where I will sit by a window

and listen to the hum

of a new city, the barks of other

dogs, and the bump-bump of

other car tires.


Hoping I’ll be home.

Author: Dr. Debora B. Wisneski