turn on the ignition and go
that's what we did
a bible story nagging in the back of my mind
warned not to glance back or become a pillar of salt
so we didn't.
yellow line-white line that's all the guideline we need
leaving doesn't require direction.
eternity stretches out
inviting in the form of sun baked asphalt
so we drive out to meet it
together
to stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved the phrase ‘leaving doesn't require direction’; so simple yet a great thought. Adeline