May
24
Remaking
In lonely October I
decided I had enough,
packed up only a
fragment of my life
for the wilds of recreation.
I’m still on that journey
now, still traveling north,
as the leaves are ripped
from branches on gusts
and spiral down without
care of Time.
I’m still searching for
something, making connections
with each mile passed,
but I never look back in my
own way.
At least not at that
lonely October.
