Just Down the Road

Just Down the Road It always seemed to be just down the road, just out of reach. It fed a longing, a need, to travel, if only on the clouds. So much seemed so far away then. That which was close we wished to be far away from. Strange how that works, that longing to explore the unknown, thinking that we know the known. I told them I was just going “down the road”, not knowing where or what lay in its path. A vagabond heading for another place, ”just down the road”, searching for another reason to believe that something awaited. I wonder would I be as full, or empty, if I had never gone “just down the road”? I sit in the same spot now, weary, wondering, my head once again in the clouds. Everything is somehow – differently - the same. The names, the faces, the weathered buildings, and the dream of “just down the road”. John G. Lawless 5/5/2014