peregrination

the wind gathers up the most unfavorable things sometimes. dust blows across my chest covering the white lines, sometimes sporatic allowing vagabonds and troubadours to pass by, other times solid because this, this is my path. that dust, oh you ancient enemy, seeking to cover me in all my imperfections, my weeds, my cracked pavement with fading lines and unseen potholes. how you have proven a worthy opponent. but in your exasperation you have neglected my guardian, slow and steady, ancient and new, soft and proud. i have become saturated in the invisible. and so you are led astray, to my sides you are thrown, you are shaken, you are broken. and though i am not complete and i weave in and out, up and down, i will press on. into distant countries i will stretch like chalk upon my back. through outbacks, under rivers and into broadening sunrises i will unravel to become a better version of my former self. because the shape of my longing stretches on forever.

posted by jon havens