If Not
If not...
“If not in this town, then perhaps never!”
These roads are eating me up
as clouds witless as newborns
find their own place in heaven.
But I am a constant companion
of hedgerows and cornfields
brother to the silent trees
friend to the mindless splashing stream.
Nameless days
skitter into twilight horizons
and my eyes weary
of the flowers ' beauty
and my words weary of no answers .
A mocking raven calls,
“If not in this town, then perhaps never.!”
