Forwarding Address

Where to place the vase Of daffodils This morning's picking Done by myself And for myself And for nothing else Than to remind me You are long gone But my Spring returns Where to hang the Welcome sign Above the door On the garden gate Near the entrance of my heart I have become an excellent gypsy Skilled at the UP-and-Outta-Here Having a PHD in packing and moving Relocating my dreams and desires In, yet, another small town Near a body of water I need to hear the ripples kiss the sand Thinking them not only 'Goodbyes' But maybe this time 'Hellos Will the yellow sun look brighter Over the new ridge Can I finally shovel the dirt Over what died so long ago And walk away Carrying only your memory And not the incredible anchored weight That pulled me under Too many a changing tide I have watched the rise of dawn From windowsills of sorrow Shorelines of solitude Summits of self searching One thing remains I am no stranger to positioning myself On the brink of a new day's promise Should I need to go it alone Once more and again Might I have my compass handy That steers me in a true direction And finds me not circling back