Saturday

The End of the Road


Austin Poetry Society Annual Contest
The Tick-Tock Award                                                                     



End of the Road

When I was young, I raced
past roadside parks and exits on the freeway
to my destination, or to nowhere at all.
Life seemed to go on forever,
like the empty roads.

Somewhere along the way,
sometime past fifty,
I ran out of rest stops,
u-turns,
roadside parks,
and chances.

There were no road signs,
no blinking red or yellow lights,
no warnings to get off before it’s too late.
I’m coming to the only exit left-a dead end.
Rushing and dreaming my life away to get to this?

I am what I vowed never to be-old.
So old I don’t know my own reflection.
Old enough to know what I’ll miss.
Only a long lonesome stretch of desert left to travel.
I can see the cliff ahead.

There is nothing I can do to avoid it,
except,
go
as
slow
as
I
can.

Published in Best Austin Poetry 2010-2011

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