Don’t stop until you reach the gate

Don’t stop until you reach the gate
And even then don’t jump over
And sneak under through
The rotten dirt

And don’t swim through the puddles
To reach the other side
And don’t get caught and carried
By the wind

Reach instead for the key
That lies just at the top
Reach high
On your toes

When you’re inside
Take a picture of the entrance
And walk to the hole in the ground
Where the sun used to retract into
On the windiest day

And mourn the loss of ants
And frozen juice
And embarrassing hats
And turn into what you told me you would