Wanderlust

As published in the Waldorf Literary Review, Volume 8, Spring 2015
Salveson Prize in Poetry 2015

I am a knapsack

tied to an abandoned birch branch.

I am a pebble along the shoulder

of a four-lane highway, Route 55

Westbound

chasing the sun.

I am a heads-up penny

on the floor of a train that’s non-stop

Chicago to Dallas.

I am the white, feathery seed

of a dandelion

flirting with the wind.

I am the worn soles

of a pair of Converse

speckled with rainwater and mud.

And you are time.

We move together

passionate

lovers.

Each other’s desire,

each other’s demise.