The Yearning

My soul cried out
Fly Away!

So on this black night
When the barren hills beckoned
I obliged
Dreaming of standing alone
On a summit.

The road snaked around
And up and down
My headlights feeble
In catching the
Next turn and the
Next dip and the
Next rise.

And then civilization was gone
And I was Alone
With only the road
To tie me
To the unwanted connection.

Ancestral memory
Soft and sudden
Of camp fires
And the yearning
To sit with others
Of my tribe
Sharing stories.

A tribe unknown and undiscovered.

Why then do I fly away?
My tribe is not in these
Barren hills.

Only the duality of
Tribal Connection
Craving both
Achieving neither.

Another night,
A different summit,
And I will see
My tribe’s signal fire.


~ by writermichelle on September 30, 2012.

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