04/20/20 How Do You Want to Travel
It is easier to be a scavenger
than a pin on an unfinished map.
But I like hard things –
they too are a voyage.
So,
I’ve signed up,
voted,
planted a garden,
left a bag or two on a side.
Sometimes,
I feel like I almost know
whose wrong
and whose right;
I was told this a perk of membership,
the sweet methadone
of righteous grit.
And yet still
I fumble in my hands any shape
that pretends certainty.
You see,
I still don’t know what I think until
I write
it all,
however dangerous the presumptions of such wandering.
I make little wind up dolls.
I never know where they’re gonna go.
it’s like,
they all deserve to travel by the assumption of freedom,
otherwise what’s the point of making a map at all?