The Journey


Trace the path from dot to dot until you’ve made a line
Each dot is like a moment
Each segment a length of time
Without all the connectors to hold them all in place
The dots are bits of coal dust
Floating out in space
And without the dots the segments are just a pile of sticks
As lonely as the Maytag man
With nothing there to fix
But dots and segments hand in hand lead to my abode
And past it–on to future homes, further down the road.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. thebardonthehill
    Jun 24, 2016 @ 22:33:13

    Another good one!

    Reply

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