Drift

today, I submit to
a whimsical wind

like an anchorless balloon
on zephyr or storm

all journeys are fraught
with the unknown

Deciduous Fauna

leaf light
the traveler sits still
and finds himself a signpost
for other wanderers

Back Again

Let your heart alight with mirth
here upon your long missed hearth.
With a crackling fire and a mug of ale,
the children sit and await your tale.

Financial Center, 8:34am

under a glass, wintry sky
businessmen and stagnant palms
indulge dreams
of tropical paradise

For the Solo Traveler

At the airport
I gave my friend
a serene Buddha
although neither of us
knew the Four Truths
or the Eight Fold Path.

She turned it in her hand:
a statuette, small
enough to fit
inside her pocket.

It would be
the someone
who always
smiled back
when she did.

True Love and a Caveat

I am not afraid to walk a thousand miles
At your whim and to prove myself true
But remember that I cannot swim
And you’ll have a drowned corpse as your lover
If you ask me to skip continents

Home Port

You problem solve by grabbing
a black portmanteau
and a fedora weathered
by sand and sun,
coming back to me
air-mailed or sea-driven
after loneliness forces
false contrition.

But today, I trail across a globe
with five fingers of possibility
powered by anger, but more:
an intrinsic love of self.

I refuse any longer
to be your anchor.

Driftwood

Today, I shall be driftwood
Carried by the sea waves
And the many currents
Of travel and possibilities
And when I grow tired
I shall wash up on a fragrant beach
And bleach as white as the sands I rest upon