Wherever we leave to
No matter whatever we run away from
Just be certain
These shadows we ruthlessly shed behind
Will pull us back one day right here itself..
Yes, those you once said; of old rags
Can sink a ship; yet here we are
Tagging and dragging them along
Only to have sleepless travails
Into an uncertain dawn.
Let’s stay deaf to those wails
Still echoing this far
Creeping in to find us
Like that old hound we once had..
Now we are too far, Yet
Stay blind to the jaywalking faces
Dead, they are you gather
Like insects on the windscreen
On the day of a pretty long drive..
This poem is part of the Poetry Book Songs of a Solitary Tree: Graphical Verses of Sublime Snippets