Month: January 2019

that one time
I found a trail - once a road
now reclaimed, transformed
by all the growing things

but the road tried to remember
winding along beside
a haphazard row of telephone poles,
askew, strung together
like pearls  

the old road and the new growth,
overlapping, pavement uplifted
transforming into something wild
split wide open
by sprouts and shoots and seedlings
a mottled quit of asphalt and moss

and me, with my unsteady feet
taking pleasure in the evidence
of the old road's demise 

and me, on a road that didn't know itself
me, on a road that was forgotten, forgetting
it was a road, and me
not knowing where I was headed 

the shape of a baby's foot
  rests against the window of my memory
  proof that there's endlessness in moments
  that draw out forever, stretching
  like taffy across the full arc of my life
 
how come we're all so obsessed
  with beginnings and endings
  but weary of the landscape
  that stretches between?
 
our own end seems like a myth
 a unicorn, ethereal and absurd
 someone else's story 
 it's easy to cast that role 
 with a different actor
 
if you're always the star
 then death is just a bit part