On the road again
Back to where it all began,
Where it will all end,
Where it already ended
Surrounded by teapots,
Solar powered knick-knacks,
And Love.
Where it will continue
To end
As pieces of life
Dry up, die off,
And fall away
Like flakes of dandruff
In the wind.
Wind wears away
Layer by layer
Atom by atom
Leaving only
Bleached white bones
Resting near the heart
Of the valley.
River green valley
Parallel majestic mountains
That burned in the night,
Lighting the skies,
Blotting stars and Sun,
Overturning the evolutionary chain.
Now snow capped
Silent sentinels,
With the occassional rumble
Of boredom,
Holding fire,
Keeping the peace
Until the day
When everything
Will burn.
Starting out on my journey,
Through the pass,
Past the peaks,
Between sleeping giants
And down the
Fern and fir tree slopes,
Following flowing
Tributaries,
Following my footsteps
All the way home.
4/21/18
My 20th poem for National Poetry Writing Month.
John W. Leys 