Sunrise Tells Me to Go

Sunrise tells me to pack my bag.

Early morning is a good time

to walk out the door.

My footsteps won’t leave 

a shadow.

Sunrise tells me the secret

to life is perpetual wanting.

I want to wander.

My bag is always packed.

I keep it by the door.

Sunrise punches my ticket.

I’m ready to board the bus.

But my feet aren't on the steps.

they don't want 

to leave a shadow.

My bag is packed, but I hate to travel.

The idea of wandering is better

than squished into a seat, 

breathing in sweat 

and exhaust fumes.

published in Contemplate