Tuesday, April 21, 2015

On the Move (a Poem for Day Twenty-One of PAD)

The prompts for day twenty-one, a "Two for Tuesday," are to write a “what you are” poem or to write a “what you are not” poem.

Photo by Ben Johnson
Alone Doesn't Mean Lonely

On the Move

I am energy pulses, strobing
to the beat of teenage feet.
I am a fleck of floating
dust, a smudge under
the thumb of someone
I no longer see.
I hesitate my life away—
or at least I used to. I tap
every day, pounding out
rhythms to the tides within
my wobbly shores. I find
myself, then run again,
for those parts
I lost along the trail.
I am the breadcrumb
dropped from someone’s
snack, kicked around
by joy seekers, but satisfied
with where I land.



  1. I really liked this, especially the multiple perspectives presented. I believe we are so many things every day but you've captured that multidimensional phenomena so well. Thanks!

    1. Hmm . . . I thought I responded to you here. Thank you, Mosk, for your comments. You always give such thoughtful feedback. I appreciate it.