Jumping on a second chance
As the barren land runs
Drier.
Always in your head,
The strangeland dreams,
And you think they’ll save you
Where the perpetual sun shines.
Really, it’s a single day
That shaped you
So, you say …
Everything running
Back to that,
Run right back,
When the door was
Knocked and opened
And it seemed like,
Just for a moment,
That the world had
Opened up
For you,
All for you.
Three years became
Three weeks,
A flash in the pan,
One quick burnout,
And the wanderer
Seeks new land
Yet again,
But perhaps
This time
With shadow hand
In hand.
by Rick Ansell Pearson
Rick Ansell Pearson is from England but has travelled widely, living in various countries. He now resides in New Mexico. His fiction and poetry can be found in various anthologies and magazines.
