on the morrow
when i go to jersey
and reunite with the boy
i never got to be
in the rolling hills
among the barren trees
i will again be him

on the morrow
i meditating all
along miles of I-80
through farmland
the poconos
and the water gap
itself a perfect symbol
of the transition from
my first couple lives
to infinite next ones

i will stand barefoot
on their graves and feel
their energies mingling
with the earth’s as
pain becomes strength once again

at times
i had made this sojourn
when depressed and defeated
by the weariness in my soul

at times
i had arrived cloaked
with soiled shame and
self-loathing

at times
i had brough questions
silently asked of headstones

once, our energies
stopped my watch
shut down my iphone
and so made me laugh

so, now i go in bliss
in abundance in faith
in surrender in acceptance
of answering their calls

their plots a tile in life’s mindfulness mosiac
where Fool, Magician dance
where High Priestess, Empress sing

fuck, i love it there
on the morrow
when i go to jersey

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photo: Top Shelf (November, 2019)