The Road
~
from a life of wandering
an internal clock
tick-tock
whispers
the old road is calling
its winter deserts of stars
and loneliness
the cold north coast
valleys of rivers and wildflowers
mountain peaks that line the heavens
but i will not go
a new road calls and whispers
this way
into seasons of forgetting
where i am
and where i’ve been
from a life
of wandering
on Layers of dust