Rest Stop
Posted by Britt on September 10th, 2009 filed in PoemsThere is a thin line between panic and euphoria,
Marked, as it is, on mental roadmaps
Like the Minnesota-Iowa border.
One side looks and feels like the other,
But they are somehow different states.
There is, of course, more to a thing than its limits,
More than printed symbols behind glass,
Giving names to lines and points on a journey.
Both are unfamiliar notions, tales
Of strange places brought back by shaken travelers
Who tread their stony fields, and remember
Waking to storms of fear and beauty, swearing
Never to leave the quiet land again.
(Photo by Britt Fleming)
October 11th, 2009 at 7:16 am
Your two road maps describe my journey, both forward and back to the past. Our family get-together yesterday (10-10-09)was, partly, “a strange place brought back by shaken travelers.” After the shaking, I loved the quiet of my apartment. Tomorrow I will yearn for the storm again. thank god for rest stops. thanks for your poem.
bb