Tomorrow
The wagons are almost loaded
I point my heart to the west
The hands that pull on my clothing fall away
As we start to roll.
The road lengthens behind me,
The shadows of forty years
Dance behind me in the dark woods
Right beyond the ring
Of the campfire light
Spellbound
I ran again in dreams last night,
My bare feet skimming the ground
Across the clover field that lay
Between the house where my grandmother lived and my own.
I was the light princess,
The one in my storybook,
Equally free from care and gravity,
A time traveler headed for the marvels of tomorrow.
Waking alone to a nightmare
In a world most dreadful dark
I scream
But the howling wind smothers the sound
As I cling to a string, so thin and worn
That any minute it may break
Severing all ties with earth
And I will be sport for the tempest.
Again today I take precautions
So the wind will not take me
I’ve gathered many sweet and madding weights
and glued them fast onto my frame
Even while my voice protests confinement
I’ve sealed all possible escapes.
Trapped by my own hand’s protection
I cannot float away
Or even move.
Fall 1990
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The world seems too big tonight
To ever find the things
I so carelessly left behind.
The highway winds into the distance, black and uncertain
and while I cannot see them,
I know the ancient mountains rise behind
In the wake of my hurried passing.
I do not recall the journey’s beginning
and flight seems my only destination.
I run alone, breathless,
Searching the sky for dragons, the woods for lions,
Praying silently to whatever gods might be listening,
But no one comes to rescue me in dreams.
