Jamais Vu
Blurred-edge gray
Opens a door
To homecoming,
But where did the bats go?
And where is the rain?
Speeding past
Mile markers,
To escape those
Voices.
Restless & reckless –
Surprised to find it
Almost there.
In the morning,
Wet, cool,
A seeming arrival –
With memories
Of those times
Behind the wheel,
Eating miles,
Stopping
For fellow travelers,
Sleeping
Where we shouldn’t,
Oblivious
To dangers.
In the drought,
The blue vein
Swells and throbs,
Swells and throbs.
Find out what’s been hidden,
And feed it rain.
Windows wide,
Catching breezes –
Folded fingers
Hold them.
Last year’s thistle
Stands dry and aged
Beside new silvergreen.
And the water birds beckon.
Wheeled road asks for mercy.
And the wildwood waters call,
But so, too, the clock –
Commands deep,
Commands shallow –
And which to obey
Is the question.
