,                The Tree of Travel
                  
                      

       I’m going to throw caution to the

      windscreen, engage the washers,

     irrigate the glass and let the wipers

    deal with the rest. Then i'm going to

    remove the rear view mirror and use

       it to reflect sunlight to illuminate

    the future pass. Next, I am going to

   replace St Christopher with a statue

  made of salt, a metaphorical reminder

   not to heed the words of Lee Marvin

    in Wandering Star, despite it being

    a commentary on moving forward,

  and then, when I get, to where I was

   meant to be going, I want to forget,

                               to

                        remember

                    where that was.