Edmund Siejka Poet Narrative

The Journey

I planned well
But leaving 
Was not easy
Driving away from people 
Known since the beginning 
Of my time
And watching them recede from view
Was difficult.
Complete abandonment
Comes in many forms
But alone, ordinary things
Take on different meanings
And hidden fears
Sharpen the senses.
Lights seem brighter
The world takes on a new dimension
The vastness of the land 
Becomes intimidating
From my windshield 
I see how the sky curves 
In an unbroken arc 
Suspended over the horizon
Showcasing the Sun 
Sitting up above 
Like a King for all to see
There are other cars on the road
But I feel isolated
And tomorrow is an unknown.
Looking in the rear view mirror 
There is nothing I recognize
Except me staring back
Studying myself
Noticing 
The drawn face
The eyes that meant to say more 
The lips that brushed against someone
The shoulders that turned away
From familiar places
Now miles and miles away.
The road allows me
To follow my instincts
But it doesn't hide
The sinking feeling 
In the bottom of my stomach
That tells me this is different
There is no turning back
Leaving is for real
And nothing has prepared me 
For this feeling.

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