Headed for Trinity

 

 

Headed for Trinity

I am headed for Trinity, where the people have found
paradise, and the town is booming with goodwill.
Many are being crowned & the stars placed
in a vivid array of colors in the head pieces,
so that everyone acknowledges the good from the bad.
It is this knowing that I want to see.
I pass through many towns where the agoraphobics
press their heads to windows & believe
in the inside of their houses & the safety of a shut door.
But I am headed to Trinity, with wild abandon
and a 54 car that clenched its intentions in the motor,
and I cannot be sure of my arrival.
Still, I love to travel and the curves are beautifully
executed, the trees an overhang of lover's lanes,
and humanity is, everything I know it to be, throwing
roadblocks & compassion my way in a loving deceit
and uncertainty.
There is a long defined face hidden in the clouds
and sometimes it sports a gray beard, and sometimes
the eyes shine so brightly that the world turns blue.
I am full of wonder, which is no easy thing to fill up on,
and I believe in love, which everyone implies
with an insinuating smile, will serve me well
at my destination.
I pass a boxcar and people hidden in army blankets
on the ground and they whisper that it is moronic
to travel any further than ground zero, but I have a vision
of patient understanding.
I have packed my bags in the nurseries of children
and I hear their innocent explanations in an echo.
I hear how they believed they could go any place
in the world, and they do so, each day, in a smile.
Up ahead, the world fills with moonlight & the road
shines brightly in my eyes & multitudes of people,
that had turned back, move like ghosts in the shadows.
If I get there, I can not tell you, I can not leave a map,
or sponsor your trip with a bonus package.
I can only search myself, for the right road,
the one I plot carefully with invisible ink.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

There are many who search for Trinity. Who wander out of the supposed safety of their homes in wild abandon. I hope that I am of that number.

Truly beautiful work. I hope to get back to some of your other new pieces real soon. I haven't been able to spend as much time at the cafe as I would like lately.

Wonderful to read your words this morning.

[Lilith des Cavernes]

Amen to that. Wow, what a great poem. I like this a lot. Cheers.

[Tony]

This is magnificent Phibby, filled with determination and such a beautiful way of expressing your destination.
The images you use were just perfect for this piece.

Tony

[Ed Hart]

I ate three cookies while I was reading this and didn't taste a one. I'm left with the thought that the dust pan you use to collect the debris is about the size of a street grader... Yes, truly beautiful, and encompassing.

[Jibey]

This was indeed a beautil piece of writing, with a poignant heart

[W.k.kortas]

I can't review this. I can only shake my head in wonder. This is a happy marriage of genius and magic.