Where to go...

With all things said,
And, feelings neatly packed away
Inside dire words,
Everything else washed out
by landslides of tears,
brushed off, missing pieces
like infantile fears.

With all movements forward, stalled
All the nights sitting on hands,
waiting inside of duty for your call.

With all dreams, pushed out of
Our heart/place,
The remembrance of newness,
Caught up in my throat,
Memories, we cannot bear to let
go, and can't begin to look through.

With all hope tucked away in boxes,
Alongside, framed photos and cards and
letters,
and books full up with pressed flowers,
We'll have to leave this place,
Starting over with a new pace.

Where to go...
How to move or forge ahead,
or even breathe.
How to create a home/stead,
with no roots or foundations,
with you.

With all the days and years,
Behind us,
Starting regretfully,
Longingly at our backs,
Whispering to us,
That we didn't try hard enough,
Share more,
Trust greater,
Fear less,
Embrace time/shared,
Where to go...

With all the leanings for some,
Better days pressed against us,
Closed, in and out,
Like some walled in things,
No more voices to sing,
No more tries to bring.

With all sadness,
Pressed down and tucked away,
Into some moving truck,
All, prayers lamented a little too late,
With suns set, and despair,
Sealing our fate,
We moved forward,
Not knowing,
Where to go.

Jason Christopher Johnson