Going & Arriving
/“It’s a long road and we don’t know where it goes.”
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always loved writing poems and letting the words run, whether or not they make sense. So, here I am. Running down a long, long road and I still don’t really know where it goes. But there is something extraordinary in that. My first poem on The Journal. Enjoy <3
— “G”
The road is long, of this I’m sure.
Maybe that’s why we’re always going and arriving,
Arriving and going.
Trains and buses and jet fuel until we can’t see the ground anymore.
Do we ever stay?
We turn the days like waves,
And let them rinse us clean.
But my mother still has soft eyes,
I still bear the ocean as my real name,
And you still run, like honey, through my head.
So, I’ll run to the corner of the coast,
Wondering if this time, I’ll be unapologetically honest,
With who I am.
And what I want.
Maybe then, I will rephrase the question to ask, “do we ever get to stay?”
Because the road doesn’t end —
It’s still there.
Morning coffees under a different sun.
A way to gently begin,
Again and again.
We go and arrive.
Moving just past the edge,
Then back again.