A.N. - This one was from just after I graduated college, when I felt as if I were at a crossroads. I wrote it just to get it out.


When was the last time
I was anywhere that I wanted to be,
or that I even knew where
that anywhere was?

Did the anywhere even exist,
or did I dream it up one day
sitting in somewhere,
but not my anywhere?

Would a map show me
the way to my Xanadu,
and plot me a course
I will finally comprehend?

Or will it lead me astray
to stumble on the pitfalls
and traverse the globe
looking and not finding?

The gas tank is full,
the backpack strapped tight.
Let's pop it in gear
and make trails to the unknown.