The Way Back

I don’t long to go back, not really
for I know that I will not find
the footprints of childhood
still residing there
but only a ghost of what
was once, a faint thread
leading me back
to somewhere that no longer exists
and cannot be any more
for the world has kept spinning
and I have kept moving
through this life and it no longer
waits for me in the shadowy
wings but has been wiped away
and all that is left
is the ripples, ghost
of a place and time and people
that once was
and no longer is.

On the Road

Another road, another unfamiliar car park

on the road again

destination unknown,

journey to be decided.

 

On the road again,

with a car full of gear

and anticipation in the air.

 

On the road again

with sand between my toes

and sea water at my feet.