Monday, December 22, 2008

Starting Over


Sometimes I dream I'm driving

with no destination in mind. Just
ribbons of asphalt through small

towns. Sharp spikes of sunlight

thrown across truck stop haunts

with their grubby little restaurants.

And I'm downing my second cup
of

coffee thinking isn't America great,
the refills are always free. It's been
long, this journey.
I want to bury my
past deep within the chipped formica
table and start again. Get directions
away from me. Slick and clean. Brand
new. Isn't that what they say today?
You're acting all brand new. Dreaming,


I tell myself I'll remember this. This is

the first day of the rest of my life. Night
breaks into morning and outside my
window everything is restless.

3 comments:

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Have a blessed and joyous Holiday season and during your journey, White Rose! :))

Cynthia said...

Oh, Rose, this is a wonderfully
written get-away and live fully
poem. Yah, no directions!

mysticgmekeepr said...

This is some excellent poetry you have laid down here for us to partake of. I got started and couldn't stop reading. Beautiful page, lovely music, FANTASTIC poems!
I hope things are better, but I trust where the journey led, it produced pearls.