Since I started this project I have not opened my journal to write a word. So I'm gonna cheat and finish this poem in my journal that's been in my silly mind. I will say that since starting this project I can text like a bandit. My IM's are now short soliloquies to peoples. My emails, mini speeches. All done now without breaking a sweat. Interesting this piece that I wrote on the 12th of January, it was just days before I began the 500words project. I even eluded to the poem's birth on Day #1. Gotta love coming back to creative work with a completely different perspective on it. Thats what 20 day and 10,000 words will do for you. See you on down the road.
The Road to Chicon
The road to Chicon took longer then expected. Looking over one's shoulder too often is a sure bet to lose sight of your destination. Your feet step, off point and body is suddenly unbalanced, shaky and even agitated. Thank God the Sun was on my face, steering me away from destruction on to the clear road ahead. That trip to my homeland proved right. Talks turned to thoughts of Staring at the Sun. Blinding and momentarily debilitating.
Am I a gypsy? With a restless heart? Forever on the move. How do you stifle a soul? You whip it to obey and conform to every rule written by the church. This fundamentalism, this church is not the on his rock, it's just four walls and roof. The clear road ahead is a walk in her church of nature. I will love the light and darkness with all the mighty elements at my fingertips and flared nostrils. The road to Chicon kicks up memories with each passing corner. I am landmarks eroded and slowly an ancient history gone.
The clear road ahead is paved with well driven failures, making the weary traveler immune to unfriendly weather. I grow courageous in the face of distances unknown and too far to fathom. The clear road ahead is courage, faith and joy. It's a subtle devastation of beauty; from fresh road kill to dotted blue bonnets down the Texas lane. The road to Chicon is no more.