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
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