If I used the past
to draw a roadmap to the future,
I’d have expected the terrain
to be a salted earth disappointment.
Look, there’s Left Out Bay,
a bright jewel in the shadow of Half Truth Mountain.
And here I am,
the dot labeled Lone Traveler,
heading towards After Thought Lake,
waiting for the swamp smell to hit.
So I’m surprised
when the ground doesn’t give in under my feet.
The traveling doesn’t get lonely.
Even on days when I accidentally stumble
over Certain Doom Falls,
I see you’re sitting in the barrel next to mine,
arms raised, laughing and whooping as we go.
The future doesn’t look like the past at all.
Process Note: This post is part Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads prompt, Let's Go Back In Time .
Song Choice: A True True Friend from My Little Pony