Five Thousand and Counting

We are gathered in the dVerse Poets Pub this evening to share poems we wrote in response to a challenge from Laura who asks us to write about 'leaving home' and the four directions we might head from there. 

do i or don't i

should i or shouldn't i

will i or won't i 

hitch a ride

run away from home

north takes me where

the winds blow cold

snows run knee-deep

but they say hearts are warm

and doors open wide for strangers

east is way cool - where things happen

museums, a deli on every corner 

broadway, ballet, opera ~

but they say it's very crowded

and folks pass without smiling

south is lush and warm

beaches made for walking, shell hunting

theme parks and walt's friends

but oh the endless humidity

and the ever-present annoying snowbirds

west must be the best

this van is headed that direction

look, there's a photo of me plastered 

on the side - must be a sign, an omen

westward ho, away i go