The High Road
I take the high
road, not knowing
where it leads.
My body swims
into unknown territory
like a jumping diver,
bones free and loose,
soul miles ahead of feet.
The route is stitched out
in plaid guess-and-check fabric,
bending, twisting,
and I lose and re-find
myself along the way,
right foot, left foot, right foot, left.
Tangled and untangled,
I am fearless:
this is the story of a girl
whose heart lives in
New York.
side note: poem inspired by "the high road" (broken bells)
2 comments:
I like. It makes me think of a long cross-country journey :)
i could see something like this opening up a series of poems :) like a narrative sequence
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