Back from my peregrination
To another world
Subways buses and planes
Traveled along the way
Seeking the signal
Of dreamy tomorrows
Instead ending on a bypass
Back to wooden fatigue
Of sleepless nights
And restless dreams
That left their palpable
Marks on my soul
Rhymes my way of healing
A fortune of words
Slavish to no one
But seeking my own way
In my own words and time

Laura R
6-2-03