In The Dashes And The Headlights

Is it supposed to make sense?

I spent all week

Planes overhead like butterflies

Puzzling over the small

Things

All the roads by

The ocean

I wish I had time

To drive back up the coast

All the boulevards are

Wide and wild in

A bastardly urban fashion

Like all our humanness can be

Contained

In the dashes and the headlights and

The many lanes

Winding north

Winding south

And all the tourists in-between

Looking at the stars in the

Sidewalk

Stumbling through airports

Eyes wide

Cameras out

Is it supposed to make sense?

I feel caught

One foot in the world of 

Shock and awe

Foreign cities spin me in circles

One foot in familiarity

Urban jungles all 

The same in the end

Wanderers heart makes any

Place home in a day

And I wonder who I must be 

To the strangers I pass

Another unmemorable face

Returning only in the background

Of unremembered dreams

I hope I don’t look lost

I am not lost

Only wandering