The wind rushes the sound of Horse powered hurricanes into his ears
He is silent as he drives to the beach He is silent on the pier
He purposely gets himself lost sometimes Tries to remember he parked his car at a nearby Denny’s
The boats bob helpless But safe with their tethers
He eats a hamburger that he buys for 2 dollars While walking by a company fundraiser for heart health
The man standing over the barbeque asked him if he was hungry Neither said much else to the other
He eats slowly Drinks slowly Understands that everything happens slow when he is lonely
He characterizes himself through sighs that all say Yeah I guess I should go now
He knows he shouldn’t be here As if the salt air might rust his moving parts
But he sits on a bench eating a burger And in his own silence creates osmosis A space around his head so his thoughts dilute themselves somewhere else
He plans on leaving them there He thinks how this is an oil change for his soul So he can slide back into his daily grind enough To keep his pistons cool
How some days he needs the noise so much He becomes obnoxious for laughter And hungry for laughter’s love
He drives home perfectly empty
Gets lost along the way
Thinks about what it truly means for him to go home
Thinks he should have been there hours ago
Thinks of what it actually means to be better
And says to himself People are never really lost As much as they are Arriving where they need to be *Just a little late