NOT THE SAME ROUTE

NOT THE “SAME ROUTE”

 

The route I took walking home,

Late that night alone…

I’ve reversed driving

Memories surviving,

In daylight is not the same road.

Can’t hear the water gurgle,

Or the dogs bark against any “burgle”…

Other sounds are nixed

‘Til my muffler is fixed,

In a varying roar I am encircled!

The pace of my walk is gone,

What takes a few minutes seems wrong…

The effort I made

On that upward grade,

Was hard, but I heard bird song.

I couldn’t see the “goose landing lights”

On the mill-pond dam, at night…

Devoid of mystery,

Just driving through the scene

Is not the same as walking there at night.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

3 thoughts on “NOT THE SAME ROUTE

  1. reocochran

    So deep, in a really thoughtful way, Jonathan! In a car, especially with the muffler sounds, you don’t hear nor do you see the same things as when you are walking. Very nicely written and I enjoy the pictures you draw with your words!

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  2. Jonathan Caswell Post author

    Thank you…especially that you can perceive pictures from the words. That is one of my major objectives as a poet. It is nice to have succeeded with such a sensitive creative person like yourself! 🙂 ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT!!!! (WE CAN SHARE THE SEAL OF APPROVAL, i THINK, ON THIS ONE!)

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