On The Pilgrim Road With Elaine Poem by David McLansky

On the Pilgrim Road with Elaine

Much faithless love have I known
On random highways have I roamed
Seeking in the coldest hearts
The trust that plays a mother’s Art;
And consequentially I have been battered,
My dreams and hopes, cruelly shattered;
Dazed and bruised I paused to rise,
The one I loved with proof despised;
This for me was a pattern;
Did war-like Mars not seek out Saturn?
What point did my behavior make,
That all eyes that beckon are all fake?

But you’ve been faithful from the start,
A companion on my buckboard cart,
Jostled on the Pilgrim Road,
The stars a canopy for our abode;
You have been my dearest friend,
Faithful as my journey ends;
The wagon’s jostled by a stone,
Into your shoulder I am thrown,
You smile as gently you flick the reins;
A pearl mist masks the rock strewn terrain