I Am My Own Map

[raoin]

"where are you going? where do you go? are you looking for answers to questions under the stars?" --Dave Matthews

The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed. --Stephen King

I Am My Own Map
I never held my breath.
My faith was strong, like stepping
out into sunlight.
And I always just knew.
So, when I see the endless blue sky, cloudless stretching
over rolling waving rustling wheat fields
the wind of my memory moaning to itself
about the end of summer - the crisp moment of fall -
I know that each breath is my own
an unconscious exhale reaching into oblivion.
And I know when it is time to go.
You are my laughingweeping ache
- my perfect acceptance of truth -
my moment when my sight is as clear and cloudless as the sky above me
and when i wish now
when i inhale and squint out into the world
it is to ask not what road i have taken
but, where do these woods go and how far are those mountains?