Go This Way: Poem

Someone has spray-painted

"SAGE" on a faded orange wall

with an arrow, pointed

in the direction I’m headed.

I was hoping that when I arrived,

I'd know what to say.

I'm glad to hear you left today.

I'd love for you to leave for good.

I'd also love for you to decide to stay.

Either way my love for you is still the same.

Two love bugs are mating

on the side of my coffee cup,

but I'm thinking of you.

How hard it must be

to be alone in a park

surrounded by beauty

with no one to share it with.

Meanwhile, I'm surrounded by people

but sitting by myself, writing this poem.

We're all alone, when it comes down to it,

but never alone when we have our phones --

magical black mirrors that both

show us ourselves while

distracting us from seeing

who we really are.

Isn't it amazing that both stars and clouds

share the same sky?

That the moon can block us 

from seeing the sun?

That the earth can cover

the light of the moon?

That sometimes lives can align at night 

and part before the clock hits noon?

There's a mystery to the motion

of planetary and terrestrial bodies.

We all become our own folly

eventually.

But it turns out we also hold our own key.

Find your lock, my friend.

Set yourself free.