Somewhere Close to Home

& I saw the white lawn chairs

they have always been

my life line push and pull-

ing me through

my sign- sit and relax

found in the desert

unexpected treasure

you are always there

I just needed to get on

the tram & that bus

putting down the map

and trusting that all paths still

end up the path

you will end on

and those 500 miles

Still a red Nike skin stuck to my

heavy breathing chest

silken mist

on pavement

sleep deprivation never sought after

the heartache of graphite, of too much hope and not enough time

with teetering spines

Relentless persistence

makes me feel closer to the family I left

to Nicky’s scare-crow smile