Monday, May 23, 2016

Miles to Go

I've seen it all twice over
been there and there
and to some places
if I'd been wearing the right hat
I might have called yonder
if it hadn't been patently obvious
there were miles to go beyond that

Many is the time I've been so
discombobulated I've misplaced
the moon behind fir trees
stopped in parking lots
to call for it by its first name
and heard nothing back
but the whispers of burger wrappers
blowing across blacktop

I've driven to the Gulf of Mexico
because it was on the way
to somewhere I thought I'd recognize
when I saw the welcome sign
but it was just another Salvation Army
in the land of one Goodwill after another
so I bought a no-name pop and a spatula
and kept on driving