I’ll Never Go There Again
I’ll never go to baltimore, rock port, or la port
all cities on a bay again
i don’t like to back track re-travel
the same old roads
my plan is to go forward full
steam ahead
i marched myself to
the far side of the world
right to the foot of taos mountain high mountain desert
here i will stay i
don’t like to look back
nothing to see i
haven’t already seen
nothing to do i
haven’t already done
i look far out to the horizon mountains clear
blue skies
that will be my direction north,
south, east, west
always heading somewhere
I haven’t been
kicking up dust collecting
bones
writing love letters remembering
where i’ve been... and you
drawing clear pictures on my way to somewhere new
November 20, 2014
1 comment:
You have set yourself down at the edge of the world and found Home. I love the description of your mountain and desert. Love that the horizon and the four directions will be your direction. Love the "collecting bones" line.
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