Always the Road
All my life I’ve thought one day this wandering will be past.
One eureka moment! and I will be at home.
A sweet oasis — fruitful, verdant, restful land —
And I will smile, survey the scene, and settle down.
There we will laugh and feast and play ’til dark
Then lie within each other’s arms and sigh
And sleep as those untroubled or perplexed,
Wake to breathe the dew and steaming coffee mist.
Along this way I’ve sat at pleasant tables,
I have drunk the hospitality of friends;
Laughed until our bellies ached, falling to the floor
All night long, dreading only dawn’s sharp gleam.
For then, the road — always the road —
And “home” becomes another rearview mirror sigh.
Digging through the bin I find my sunglasses.
Visor down, I chase another light.