She walks with a deliberateness
that bespeaks years
of always knowing what the destination is.
Getting to the destination, she knows
is far less important than having one.
On occasion she would arrive
at her destination and would then
have no option but to immediately select
her next destination, for being
on one place too long was, to her,
a form of living death.
Many thought her a wanderer,
and she was fine with that.
She knew the shortest distance
between two points was a straight line
it was also just the most boring,
and for her it was really all about the trip.
trip
LINES
The shortest distance
between two points
is the path I always
discover once I
arrive by a more
circuitous route,
but for one for whom
the trip is key,
the path I take
is the right one
every time.
WHERE?
Is it the trip
or the arriving
that most matters,
or is it simply what
you expect once you
are there, if there
is where you expected,
for expectations are too
often misplaced and assumptions
reflect desire not truth.
In the end it hardly matters,
for you can never be
anywhere but where
you happen to find yourself.
WHERE?
Is it the trip
or the arriving
that most matters,
or is it simply what
you expect once you
are there, if there
is where you expect
for expectations are too
often misplaced and assumptions
reflect desire, not truth.
In the end it hardly matters,
for you can never be
anywhere but where
you happen to find yourself.
ARRIVAL
Twisted strands
tell a strange story –
acid, a trip you never
intended to take –
amino pairs
that walk you
into a world
that is yours alone
and universal,
a foreign place
you now must
call home.