Poetry Monday: We Don’t Take Road Trips Anymore

Hear ye, hear ye! I now declare this most treacherous day of the week to be Poetry Monday. What better way to start the week than with a dose of angst and uncertainty followed by a shot of good old fashioned meter and rhyme (though there will be no rhyming today, but that’s pretty typical for a Monday, really). 

photo manipulation of a sketch

Below you’ll find a little ditty I wrote a few years back when I worked at the MOA. I thought it fitting for a Monday. Perhaps my fellow Millenials can relate, or anyone who has waited for a dream to ripen.

We Don’t Take Road Trips Anymore

A billboard says,

a view of the world,

but no spaceship in sight

I drive on.

Work at the mall:

Not unlike a spaceship –

just fewer windows and

no view of the earth or sun.

Dream of where I’ll go.

Stay exactly where I am.

On a grounded spaceship,

I wait.

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