life line

when I gather my things

wrapped into a bindle,

stick resting on broad shoulder,

I set out aimlessly.

without a firm destination.

eyes focused with starlight

seeing rainbow bridges

over potholes

and golden ladders

out of pits.

this journey

is not about the omega.

it is the train tracks

we are meant to balance.

barefoot on the straight away rails.

tip toeing along the curves.

all the while


our line is only so long and


this ride is

fated serendipity.



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