My once-per-week poem post for National Poetry Month:
Sometimes you know
when you’re in the wrong place
at the wrong time
other times it’s only clear in hindsight
there is no catalyst for the wisdom of time
on the road you’re never out of place;
you’re always moving,
–going some place.
here I am
rolling along the highway in North Carolina
the heartbeat of the road beneath me
and I’m staring at a Hawaiian license plate
just as out of place and time
as when I sat beneath the shade of palm trees in Paris
Did you know if you enter Honolulu in your GPS
it will take fourteen days and twenty hours from Raleigh?
When you arrive in Los Angeles it says
“start to paddle.”
and grab an oar.
This fall will mark my 5-year anniversary of moving from Long Island to Raleigh. Since I moved down here I have seen 4 different cars with license plates from Hawaii.
I think there’s a hidden tunnel.