Road Taken



The road curves.

It straightens.

Past meadows.

Crowded cities.

Miles of pasture.

Windows open.

Wind rushing past.

Follow the birds.

Until the next town.

The next city.

The next stop.

Engine rumbles.

It dies.

Destination reached.

Time served.


An Island Escape

The world is changing.

Forests are dying.

Animals are becoming extinct.

Nature has taken control.


Days are warmer.

Rain falls harder.

Earthquakes rock the planet.

Hurricanes bring the winds.


Ocean waves dance to the deadly tune.

Bow to our new foe, Mother Nature.

Crime does its share,

But nature cleans the slate.


Towns and cities topple

Beneath the rubble.

The salt water hits my face

As I watch the waves rise.


I wait for the beautiful sight

To turn deadly and reckless.

The laps at the shore

Become heavy slaps.


Rocks and debris are

Thrown into the wind.

Soon I am drenched.

The ocean has come ashore


To wreck havoc on our lives.

My eyes tear as I search for

the ocean’s lost beauty.

I search for my old friend.


My old friend who’d soothed my fears.

My friend is long gone.

All is gone.

And so will we.




The view from above.

People appear small,

tiny specks in the universe.

Cars are in constant motion.

Everyone is in a hurry,

going around in endless circles.

Going to work, and later

going back home.

Taking elevators up

and then down again.

What’s the hurry?

We all live the same lives.

We live and then we die.

Does it matter where we had

hurried around in between?

All that matters are

who we leave behind.

For these are the only

ones who will remember

that we had been here.

And why we had been here.