Going Solo, poetry by Connie Johnson at Spillwords.com

Going Solo

Going Solo

written by: Connie Johnson

 

I heard your voice in Montecito;
I heard your voice in Galilee.
I take you to places you’ve
Never traveled to, and get lost
With you as my soul companion.

An elderly couple at the dining table
Across from me don’t speak to each other;
There’s a deep magenta bruise below his right eye.
Is he aware that it’s hard to hit a moving target,
And that you cannot travel with just anyone?

I sit solo
Journal and phone at my side
Restless, I try my hand at
Some haiku:

jazz waves carry me
freedom feels so different
is it time to fly?

I travel solo
Struck by your voice
On my phone: “come home
….. come home”

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