Bookstore Poem #309

Written at Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park.

Called nowhere I wish to go
days ahead feel distant, foreign
steps to retrace, unfamiliar
unwelcoming

The slough flowing under the bridge
used to reflect a small figure
looking down at the water
but not peering out too far
over the edge

That was a few miles
and ten years ago

Now the water reflects an empty bridge
a misty-eyed photograph
of an abandoned sky

Nowhere I wish to go

(2 July 2018)