Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

Building (Half Way)

half way and still building

that summit i saw miles ago i travel to.
i never near
that ocean placed between us --
lack a boat.
this theme is building
in my heart.

the story of the solo traveler on a journey
to no where --
no destination in particular, unless the story
finds me here.
the theme is building
in my soul.

too weary from thoughts of hills and dales,
my mind slopes.
i see a river below and no boat
to row.
no story is brewing.

better put it on the back burner
until another time,
drink my coffee and then whine
about how i never tried
because i never set true goals

to get you to meet me
half way.


9.9.20
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