At rest… stay at rest;
Objects moving… stay moving,
Till acted upon -
Newton's First Law of Motion,
Regulating me these days.
I like road-tripping,
But I like staying put, too.
When settled, I set;
Once I get going, I move,
Never expecting to stop.
When home… I like home;
Local music talent sweet;
Rockbound coast nearby;
Walking sand beaches, wild woods,
And, near enough the mountains.
Till I get my fill…
And miss the road-rhythm drone.
Ulysses' Sirens,
Calling me close, to listen,
And to see more than before.
Summer 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful series of Tanka, Bill. Inertia rules my life now too, mostly the stuck behind the keyboard kind : -)