a poem a day for a year #67

by Amy Turn Sharp


you are not alone
as you ride the train
the bus towards uncertainty
fly through the air
in planes
smooth over water in boats
hands clasped loosely
in your lap
while your heart is throwing itself
like a suicide bridge jumper
at the window
at the glass
the unbreakable solid pane
over and over again
like the definition of insanity

you are not alone
we don't know where we are going
we only know by heart
by smell
by skin touch memory
the real true places
we never go
we never go
until often we can't find our way back
bread crumbs eaten
by greedy bandits