No yesterdays on the road.
– William Least Heat Moon
When you’re ready to twist away, you move.
When you want to connect, you reach out.
No one knows your past. You are a breathing blank slate.
Hey you, who are you in my city?
I’m ready to flip-flop down your cold river, brushing against people
like slick rocks.
Tumble me like sea glass
in an erosion of cultural confusion.
My language is incomprehensible.
Jibber-jabber pardon?
When you look at me
(like that)
I see no words. Your eyes,
your feelings my feelings a humanity we try to deny.
In the grass with the nudists
and the locals
and the dogs -
I bask alone. Sunshine anywhere is golden.
Keep moving, baby,
keep going for the sake of going.
Never know if you’re running to or away.
by Alix Scarborough, June 2012
– William Least Heat Moon
When you’re ready to twist away, you move.
When you want to connect, you reach out.
No one knows your past. You are a breathing blank slate.
Hey you, who are you in my city?
I’m ready to flip-flop down your cold river, brushing against people
like slick rocks.
Tumble me like sea glass
in an erosion of cultural confusion.
My language is incomprehensible.
Jibber-jabber pardon?
When you look at me
(like that)
I see no words. Your eyes,
your feelings my feelings a humanity we try to deny.
In the grass with the nudists
and the locals
and the dogs -
I bask alone. Sunshine anywhere is golden.
Keep moving, baby,
keep going for the sake of going.
Never know if you’re running to or away.
by Alix Scarborough, June 2012