ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
IN TIME
to arrive in time with some of what you've packed
on your shoulders some arriving later
to have been crawling and flying
with minimal sleep the whole way
which led to some wrong turns
down interesting side roads
where you could picture yourself
settled for no matter how many years
still a stranger to your neighbors--
until one night very late when it's so quiet
the only sound you hear is
the wind that relentless insomniac
you load your car and remove yourself
to the next county over the unrepaired bridge
and keep going till at another
wide water you take a ferry
and then abandoning your vehicle
go on by bus train jet--
you have returned to the initial route planned
and there it is!
the familiar country with its cemeteries
and houses designed not to last forever
but to be carried off the way
a calendar loses pages
there you are you can tell them what it's like
to load less on your shoulders each day and
how to arrive in time despite all and then
take a place at the table with good appetite