10/30/90- Ghosts

                                               10/30/90
                                              East Coast
                          Ghosts
 
 
     A journey without a proper map
     Well winged routes reward the traveler
     Leaving faulty castles,thin towels hung to dry
     Switchless options in a veil of gravel.
     Choosing jagged paths to the old same place
     A million ghosts,well,maybe thousands,along
     Roads and stonewalls,
     Saltboxes and fauna;
     So sure of my destination,the how not my concern.
     Water often laughed at,looking strong and ego-less
     I've been where it's going,I know where it's been
     A tightening of the scalp,autumn orange falling free
     No longer angry you missed the peak of the season;
     Too scared for that now.
 
     Primary,secondary
     Agendas hidden and hopeful
     Solar white sees none of that
     Shaping the molten edge of an aquatic silver bar
     For as long as the sun keeps the angle
     Healing,helping,
     Explorers all we are
     I'm blessed with roadsigns new and old
     Onroad,offroad
     Human sometimes
     Do I know you as well as you think you know me?
 
     Precipitating change,memories of secrets
     Mine and others,views that tears understand
     I try to be there for you,knowing,unknowing
     Not knowing,but understanding more than there's credit for
     No time to keep score(we don't do that no more)
 
     Someone sings e.e. cummings
     everything i see is lower case today besides God
     My God,how the sound of water calms my soul
     For a moment my heart races,my spirit eddies and soars
     The ghosts smile from behind the stone walls
     They're not leaving
     Glad to see me
     Frightened of pain they were,like myself.
                                                                       
     Three canine greetings bring a smile to my face
     Four covered bridges welcomed me and sent me on my way
     Modern day sailing men,ports inland and not
     I ride the seas to escape myself,find myself again
     My journey full circle,
     Ashes to ashes,
     May peace be with us all.
 

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