Go This Way: Poem
/Someone has spray-painted
"SAGE" on a faded orange wall
with an arrow, pointed
in the direction Iām 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.