Headlights reached into the darkness,
I searched for a place to stop,
To get off this road to nowhere
Giants lurked in the shadows,
Unsettled, I continued on
Should morning happen to find me;
I’m only a grifter seeking the sun,
Willing to lay down my transgressions,
You can count them one by one
I’ll not be beholden to tomorrow
I’ll not gather food as the autumn squirrel
Today’s the only day I’m claiming
Won’t depend on the mussel with the pearl
My eagerness to follow the dream,
The one that keeps me out of yesterday
Only serves to run me ragged;
I’ll grasp on to today
Ram your shovel into the earth
Dig up all that you can find
I’m happy to keep on believin’
There’s a place for you and I
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“Headlights reached into the darkness, I searched for a place to stop, To get off this road to nowhere”—-I really liked this. I’ve always enjoyed driving at night, especially on unpopulated roads. Such an interesting and eerie feeling. Of course, now that my night vision is so terrible, I better not be the one driving, but still…
I know you could take that passage literally or figuratively. I like the feeling both invoke.
It is intended both literally and figuratively. I had a long drive home last night and those words popped right into my head. I was so frustrated that I didn’t have a recording device with me because more was coming into my mind and I had to shut it off til I got home. My phone records little bits but it’s so darn complicated to get to that part of the phone and I didn’t want to chance it while driving. Glad you enjoyed the piece and I get the night vision thing
I have a voice recording app on my phone. I feel so stupid when I speak into it and even more stupid when I listen to it. Can’t stand my recorded voice. Thank goodness for voiceless, faceless social media…
You’re too funny
That sounds like me a number of years back. Good
Always nice when another person sees a little speck of themselves in the writing of another – good, bad or indifferent. We’re all connected on some level
“My eagerness to follow the dream,…The one that keeps me out of yesterday”…oh these lines really struck a chord with me…enjoyed the whole poem.
Means a lot to me to get such praise from you
Thank you very much!
I have to agree that the dream that keeps you out of yesterday only serves to run you ragged. Well said and kind of familiar.
Tim
Thanks Tim. Yeah, sometimes we get so focused on what we want and wish for that we miss everything happening now. It can be exhausting. Thanks again, for stopping by and for commenting
I think this is a new favorite. Shiela, always wonderful poetry and writing.
Love and blessings your way
I couldn’t feel more honored that I do right now
That’s very nice of you to say – much appreciated! Have a great week ahead!