one day
perhaps i will walk these yellow lines with purpose & passion
the soles of my wander feet burning in discovery
reading the tragic and the lovely, the forgotten and the unspoken —
every secret ever paved into this blacktop storyboard —
and i will carry them inside me like a mason jar of fireflies
for nights when i need more than a warm bed to keep my little heart safe.

for now
it’s enough to feel the rough earth steady beneath my bare toes
and believe in such things as streets that roll for miles
or even days
snaking steadily across continents and barriers of time
and i am a drifter, a metronome of sinews and sails
all the while waiting in quiet desperation
for the sky to fall around me like broken poetry
and force me to look up
and miss a step.