April 23, 2010

NaPoWriMo #23

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)


Edge said...

I like. It makes me think of a long cross-country journey :)

Jessie Carty said...

i could see something like this opening up a series of poems :) like a narrative sequence