Drifting

Reflections on traveling cross-country.

I drift 

In and out of sleep,

Blurs of green and blue

Sweeping past the dew-kissed glass

I rest my face upon.

Going somewhere, just to be, and to say I’ve been.

I lift

My eyes to clouds above

That hail the morning sun.

The whispering of autumn wind 

Stirring me to life, I gaze upon

The craggy schism rending East 

From West until the end of time.

Standing at the edge of earth to know I’ve truly lived.

I sift

Through memories forgotten long ago, 

Reaching out to touch the faces

Squinting in the sun. But

My frail hand finds only smoothness;

Those laughing eyes but faded fancies

Flashing through my old projector

Frozen, still and flat.

Being somewhere (in my head), just to be again.

Reviews

[Sunni Davis]

Beautiful and dreamy...I enjoyed this poem very much.

[Kenya Caddence]

This is one of my favorite. Very moving and beautiful imagery.

[cassandra violet]

The language of this poem was captivating. I really enjoyed reading it, you're a gifted writer. Sometimes I too find myself preferring to live in the lands of my dreams.