Somewhere Close to Home
& I saw the white lawn chairs
they have always been
my life line push and pull-
ing me through
my sign- sit and relax
found in the desert
unexpected treasure
you are always there
I just needed to get on
the tram & that bus
putting down the map
and trusting that all paths still
end up the path
you will end on
and those 500 miles
Still a red Nike skin stuck to my
heavy breathing chest
silken mist
on pavement
sleep deprivation never sought after
the heartache of graphite, of too much hope and not enough time
with teetering spines
Relentless persistence
makes me feel closer to the family I left
to Nicky’s scare-crow smile