Destination Unknown

 

Lying here in the guest room,

watching the sun paint lines

on peeling, chipped white walls,

remembering now and again

how good a cup of coffee is

when the morning doesn't

quite feel like morning but

more like a wasted afternoon

in the making.

 

The day finds ways to flood

our brains and fill our skin

with it's aging minutes, time

ticks, move on, go right, go

left, little mouse, find your way

to Friday and paychecks.

 

But wouldn't it be just as neat

to scale a mountain and forget

city fumes and an awaiting tomb,

but remember youth, nature and

life?

 

I've got bones to travel with, skin

to keep me together, lest my soul

go flying off on some tangent I

forgot to mention, and should I

find I'm anchored in place then

I'll pull my bones, and skin and

send them packing again.

 

Life is a one way road;

no matter which way you're going,

there's no way back.

 

So close your eyes, take those steps

and pray that the bearded old man

on the side of the road (fate) has

pointed you in the right direction.

 

 

Reviews

[Lipstick_Lesbian]

I adore your writing. Your voice is unique, fresh, and so intelligent. Beautiful imagery. And I loved the first stanza! Excellent work.