driving on empty

If I could just close my eyes for a moment
I know I could find the sunset or is it
the other side of the mountains?
the pot of gold waiting by the Leprechaun?
the sleep of the just, perhaps?

It does seem possible that
at this stage in the trip
when the surface is a bit rutted
— in need of repair at least —
when the air is a little bumpy
if I could just shut my eyes for a moment
become a little less vigilant for an instant
just long enough to rest
to let my wings find a second wind

if I could just do that
maybe I could make it home

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to driving on empty

  1. Rich Forrester says:

    Hi Doug,
    I’ve just scratched the surface of your websight. What a neat place – I’ll be back

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