A Trip to Wonderland

Inspired by Jacob

A Trip to Wonderland

We do well carrying our feet along
Arizona leaving footprints in a soil
A backpack of PTSD carrying my soul
I find my thumbprint somewhere in the air
Days & nights in stranger's smiles
Colorado the first night living abroad

On occasion I find heaven's gate
Offers from beautiful PhD strangers
who give rides along the way
On night's road I sleep with stars
A gay man offers a ride & more
I am not of his ilk so I ride no more
My body returns to the road's night course
Bogged down in stillness
I find a trucker who carries me far
I'm in PA a phone call away from my former home
I head north after a short while
living with Kenny my friend indeed.
While rap group goes on for a while
We visit the Wall where men cry hard
I can hardly remember this long way home
The names of the dead on my soul.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

No land with footprints.......I like that concept. Maybe an Earth flag but no flag seems akin to my thinking.

Thank you all for your reviews and visit.

Regards,
Al

Yes it was the Vietnam memorial. A black granite with men's name itched in the wall.

[B]

Somehow humanity seems to never go into any place or leave any place without digging heels into the ground
We just like to prove our existence everywhere
I wish for a land
With no footprints
no flags
The ideal wonderland
Love this write

[....................]

love the title, Al, and the ensuing words...wonderland leaves us in wonder sometimes but it's not always a positive playground...there are so many great lines and images in this piece but your description of thumbing on the open highway and sleeping beneath the stars hits home: the weary traveler, lugging around life in a back pack of memories...well-written, my friend

[Alfred Kukitz]

I spent 2 years out there. I studied acting, had my hand in writing, met a very interesting black man who did time in prison. He was teaching himself the sax. The sexual energy in the city was morally depressing.

Thank you both for your visit.

Regards,
Al

[1VJ]

Lots of emotional baggage here, sounds like the aftermath of war on the psyche, that Wall, I heard a dual meaning, could be the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, that's where it took me anyway. A sad journey indeed, so well written, that last line really moved me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is quite the journey, Al...

we often find heaven's gate on earth, when we travel across this country...there is much to see and experience...and for many of us, there are many memories with which to reconnoiter ....

this really has an emotional ending...and the last line...the culmination of the journey.

j.