We're Not in Kansas Anymore

 

Lost and alone.

I know many of you have been

in that place before.

When you move around

as much as I have in my time,

it somehow happens that way.

Where am I? What city is this,

Albuquerque, Denver, St. Louis,

Kansas City, Frankfurt, Sydney?

Halfway around the world

it seems, no one to visit, no one

to call.

No job, no place to go, no regiment

or routine to follow, only gravity

to ground you ever so tenuously.

Lost and alone. A hell of a fix, I’m in.

But you know, that was some time ago,

and eventually I’d turn the corner

and somehow find a way.

Just keep on pushing on, I’d tell myself,

nothing else to do. Only know, can’t

stagnate and disintegrate here held

captive in space.

There was also another way which

inevitable came to the rescue:

I would always awaken once more

at the break of dawn in a place where

I was meant to be, and knowing

where I was. Another sunrise for me,

another day, and so far as I live,

another new beginning ahead.

Move along, nothing to see here.

                -30-

Chris Hanch 10-12-2020