Trying to finish up a humorous piece, but I’m posting this in the meantime. Some stream of consciousness and free association. What’s it mean? I dunno. You tell me.
Decades of wrong-footed wandering in the wilds.
God’s poor GPS signal or our ineptitude?
I thought we had a map?
I’m drawing it with crayons as we go.
Solipsistic meandering.
We’re lost.
Yes, dear, we know.
Such poor company
dull
and pointing out the obvious.
Grass, rope-like and grasping
clutching tentacles
pulling, tripping, slowing
redefining infinity.
I’m tired.
Shall we leave you behind?
No. But you’re going to anyway
if you can.
Journeying to or fleeing from?
It makes a difference you know.
Does it?
Uncertainty makes for panicked hurrying
to nowhere.
I want to go home.
Sorry, it’s not on our itinerary.
That’s okay,
it never really existed anyway.
Footsteps playing hide and go seek.
Where can we rest?
Wherever you want
but we can’t promise comfort.
And we’re not waiting.
I’ll keep walking, thanks.
New vistas ahead?
No, just tired reruns.
In every direction
old footprints
in churned sand
leading nowhere in particular.
Does it even matter anymore?
Let’s find a hill.
I want to see a virgin horizon,
the promise of open miles
instead of dusty shadows in a valley
we never leave.
To breathe fresher air once before we die.
You know there will be a taller vision-blocking hill;
you’ll see.
Your glacial pace
and incessant stumbling
would mean exile from this exile
if we had a say.
I’m sorry. It could be different tomorrow.
Hah! Hope is not a fungible commodity.
I know.
You spent yours long ago on frivolities.
I don’t think it mattered
then or now.
Probably not.
Let’s just walk
while we can.
Here’s one other poem I’ve done.
Photo courtesy of Alex Szymanek
Tales from the Land Manatee 
panicked hurrying
to nowhere.
Yeah, that’s us.
(Let’s)
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Hi Bojana, how are you?
I think the trick is to go where we want to — if we can find where that is — instead of being told where our destination should be. But experience tells me I’m a terrible guide at times.
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It’s 5am and I can’t sleep. Thinking about how on earth I am supposed to find where it is.
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Uh, insomnia is the worst. Hope it’s not frequent.
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… just keep walking! Loved it 😊🙏🏽
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Thanks! Appreciate it.
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I’m liking the poetry addition to the blog here! I especially like the crayon map–drawn “as we go.” I feel like I live by crayon maps these days. Cheers!
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Thanks for the vote of confidence, Cecilia. I think a lot of us have crayon maps!
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Brilliant, Sean! Love it.
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Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it.
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I love it! I read it as about mankind trying to get somewhere, losing the way, getting confused, walking in circles, drawing the map on the way. The question – answer style makes it more alive.
I have no idea why the “Like” button takes forever to load — it seems I can’t “like” this post. But I do like it — very much!
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