Written By
Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey
NOWHERE BOUND
I woke up this morning
And saw a truck on the road
Its axle – overloaded and stretched
With relatives and possessions
Where it was headed I do not know
All that I know is I’m headed there too
With no job and no money
And with no hope of either
The bottom has fallen out of our worlds
In this life
The only thing we have is this road
Where I stood this morning
And where I stand now
With my thumb outstretched
Hoping in vain
For someone to give me a ride
Looking up and away
From the passing headlights
I see the dark mountain peaks
Out there in the distance
Silently waiting
For this to all wash away –
Those cities and towns
That have eaten our homes
And these fields that lie barren
On either side of this road
No – I’m sorry John but you are wrong
And Jack – You are nothing but a fool
We are not ‘the people’
We are simply a species
Yes – we are strong but we will not survive
All we will ever find here
Is the most basic of shelter
For a very short while
Before we then pack up and move on
To there and not here
So mind yourself now
My nowhere bound angels –
I’ll be seeing you
Image and text © J H Martin
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J H’s Previous Contributions To Edge Of Humanity Magazine
A Breeze Of Sorrow Passing Over Emptiness
“…you know you can’t sleep there” | Passages Of A Homeless Person’s Life
Life On The Irrawaddy’s Muddy Waters
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