Weary travelers

Welcome unbelievers. Enter beds.
Familiar pillows, shaded room.
Let your eyes close over muted
advertisement. Ticking clock.
The weight of the road hangs
on your suntanned shoulders.
Set the money down.
Release the memories of chances lost.
A time for us? For stories?
A walking toddler ignored.
A crying toddler ignored.
Weighted shoulders.
A blurred fan buzzes around
itself, tricking my eyes,
tugging a memory from childhood.
A young plea to the Mighty Christ:
never forget I believe today.
I joined you years ago.
We walk and sing no songs.
Stop. Grab the baby.
Feel the breeze. Rest.