Post by AquarianM on Feb 13, 2013 23:24:34 GMT -5
Take It To The Limit...
What is it to be young and just beginning in the world?
Quicksilver.
Pouring between places on a web of highways with nothing on the ground but wheels,
I roamed the center of the country from North-to-South like a salmon,
Left the spawning pool to roam the ocean,
Ever uncertain.
Mercurial whims of love at the wheel.
Wisconsin was always home in the back of my mind,
Yet the names of States I lived in searching for love and work,
In that order,
Are the legends of my youth,
Texas, Colorado, New Mexico, Florida, Nevada, Nebraska.
The interplay of highway lines, Art Bell,
And Paul Harvey put me into an other-worldly state of mind,
That blacktop became the dividing line between specific eras of my life,
Like a wheel-sharpened knife that cut away people,
Places,
And bit-by-bit my youth.
There was a song I always played when I was leaving somewhere,
It still hits me like a hammer when I hear it.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/13/2013
*Inspired by Curtis Parker's poem, Home Sickness*
What is it to be young and just beginning in the world?
Quicksilver.
Pouring between places on a web of highways with nothing on the ground but wheels,
I roamed the center of the country from North-to-South like a salmon,
Left the spawning pool to roam the ocean,
Ever uncertain.
Mercurial whims of love at the wheel.
Wisconsin was always home in the back of my mind,
Yet the names of States I lived in searching for love and work,
In that order,
Are the legends of my youth,
Texas, Colorado, New Mexico, Florida, Nevada, Nebraska.
The interplay of highway lines, Art Bell,
And Paul Harvey put me into an other-worldly state of mind,
That blacktop became the dividing line between specific eras of my life,
Like a wheel-sharpened knife that cut away people,
Places,
And bit-by-bit my youth.
There was a song I always played when I was leaving somewhere,
It still hits me like a hammer when I hear it.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/13/2013
*Inspired by Curtis Parker's poem, Home Sickness*