Change Comes
Nothing changed while I feared what I might read
in your book. Afraid
of holding up a mirror
and seeing nothing, no one, nobody.
The wind changed from East to West,
a signal of change for this adventure.
Normally I would love windy days.
We don’t talk much, these days.
I grabbed the National Geographic and read
an article about Mongolia, an adventure
in itself. Not unlike
cocaine on a mirror.
And I sit, dreaming of the West,
knowing that I have trusted nobody.
Often times, at night, I talk when nobody
is there. And this
lasts for days.
“As far as the East is from the West…”
It sounds like something I read
once, when I wasn’t scared of the mirror.
Not always thrilling, this adventure.
Montana. Now that
sounds like adventure.
For days, riding a horse with nobody
else around. No need
for a mirror.
On my back, staring at stars, escaping for days.
Maybe then I could read
unafraid and heading west.
Lived in the East.
Lived out West.
I was excited for a new adventure.
It was nothing like I read,
and I still came to trust nobody.
In a sea of people for weeks, days
as a boat sits still on water like a mirror.
So I hold up my old shaving mirror
and send flashing signals west.
Watch out for me in the coming days.
I am starting a new adventure.
And I will rise as somebody from nobody,
like it says in the book I read.
