My Soul is a Lonely Highway
A poem written while driving across the country.
We all know the lonely hallway.
Maybe it’s the shadow over the door.
The tired paint.
A break in aesthetic.
Unlocking the door.
Unlocking the mind.
The child gazes,
so vertigo may live
just below my ribs.
Despite the trampoline of my guts
I gaze--
The child gazes--
longing to explore this unknown.
Beyond the door.
Shivering with fear.
Explore at your own risk.
We cannot guarantee safety.
Things can’t be the same way they were before.
One day I twisted the nob,
now
I nap on tables
Swim in murky water
Stardust serpents reflecting in starlight.
Shakey hands of Night paint the moon on the river.
I am on the road.
Writing to you from beyond the hallway.
Yes—it is scary.
Yes—it is daunting.
Yes,
Each stride pulls you further.
Further from who you were.
But beyond the hallway,
The carpets are replaced by blacktop.
Tired paint becomes pastures--
Becomes mountains
Twist the knob.
Twist the ignition.
There are clay canyons to be slept in.
Oceans opposite
To be walked through--
Swam through--
Floated upon--
A west rifle way displays
on the left
A sea of mountain green.
On the right
a sea of red refraction.
Nirvana has No Name, Colorado.
These waves reach over me
as I burrow further
and further
into my hallway.
Crescents collide
burying me in the sea of rubble.
Returning me to soil.
Soil from which I was birthed.
To be born again.
So, I write to you from beyond the door.
The door of many forms.
Beyond the lonely hallway--
Beyond the friend, you didn’t get to hug--
Beyond the person, you wished you loved--
I write to you,
to say,
"Twist the knob--
Twist it--
twist and don’t look back.
Until river reflections
show you that looking back
Is the hallway’s current flow."
The human condition
big sign--
white and gold--
On that viva Las Vegas strip.
Until we accept the hallway,
we can never see the Highway
Comma
Man.
About the Creator
Ruben De Escapado
Most know me as a poet sitting on a park bench in Central Park. Writing poetry for strangers. Before that I lived a life and learned a few things. Now I listen to what the world had to teach others. Believe in yourself and be honest. Okay.
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Wow! So eye-opening! "Until we accept the hallway, we can never see the Highway". Thank you, Ruben. Btw, great picture! Momentous, I gather!