Alone

Here I stand, alongside a busy road. Warm, summer air; a blanket on my skin. I begin to think of the world around me. It is moving so fast. I become dizzy, though I am still. I am alone. I feel surrounded with the whispers of travelers. My car is still running. I feel the earths rebuke. The earth wishes me to stay. To not leave this place. The dry grass takes root in a flaky soil. Like a balding man revealing his age. I see a Monarch, single and alone. I feel kinship with this creature. His bright orange color, implies a festive soul. Does he see my wings as well? My shoes want to wander. To leave this sanctuary. Where would I go, if my shoes did the choosing? Walk a vast distance until my shoes had no soul? I get back into the running auto. I sit in the seat. I leave this place, alone. Kenneth Kerry.