The Wandering

Sent back by the sky

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

I close my eyes and
no road stretches before me
I grab my bag and my candle
and take no further step
but I cross my legs
and learn how to breathe

Even in the dark
the colours swirl, become great
clouds of rainbow

Even in the light
eclipses happen — they happen to you
they happen to me

And someone will pen
something like this:
there are anchors, there are shoes
but who’s gonna use them
when you’re spinning out
like the moon with no sun

And then darkness and light
will be the same thing
and you’ll open your eyes to find
your dog at your feet
your lover in your lap
and all the money’s gone

But you’ll be better for it
you’ll see
and when you close your eyes to
the fact that you’re wandering
and I’m wandering
and all the radio plays is something
by Bob Dylan
you’ll be opening them
to…