March 31, 2020Poem

Where do you go

griefmusicmemorytimeidentitymortality

Where do you go

When given license

To wander

Do you run away

With the tallyman

As a way to get even

Find yourself washed up

On an exotic island

Looking for treasure

Panning for gold

In the outback

Waltzing Matilda

On a makeshift dance floor

In the Klondike

Working for drinks

Press Ganged into servitude

Fighting for a master

On a tall ship

Going down

All guns blazing

Beating William Bonney

To the draw

He was a back-shooter anyway

Trying to remember

What brought you low

Finding Nemo

Was a sailor

Before he was a Clownfish

Waiting for Godot

With a single-malt on hand

To smooth out the wrinkles

Do you forget

The reason you left

The future behind

To live in the past

Do you plough a field

In sorrow

Carry a heavy load

Dream within a dream

As the cock crows thrice

Never give an answer

When the Postman rings twice

Find another door

And step through

Without a thought

Of what might happen

To you

When you stop

To consider

The consequence

Of flight

Is postponement

Not cancellation

No matter how lightly

You travel

The baggage you carry

Will grow

No matter how far

You may conceive to go

The life you strive to leave behind

Will always

Be with you

The devil at your shoulder

The twinkle in his eye

The first breath

When you enter

The last one

When you die.