Monday, July 14, 2008


laces dancing round my boots; can't be tied
ever dangling loose ends
dust laden legs stumble forward
easier than stopping

why wander? why wonder?
why not?
weary eyes, weary skies
choking on smoke

which direction suits me today
up, down, left, right,
doesn't really matter
trapesing necessary

destination has never been the point
just the walk
it's all about getting there,
not getting there...