I joined a little group for 27 days of prompts. This is the first prompt (in green) . The poem below it is where it all took me. It isn’t where I thought it would go and I let be.
“ Outta Here…
You know that feeling when you’re driving and you realize, My god, if I keep going, if I pass my own exit, I’ll be in Mexico by morning. They won’t even know I’m gone – it’ll take hours before anyone starts asking questions. New life, bring cash, get an apartment, better yet, a cottage behind someone’s house, keep a low profile, make up a new name, start over, begin again. Go. Write. Get off at the next exit. Where does your new life take you?”
Outta here…
Outta here is a familiar road traveled
It’s been a run away that wasn’t always
Isn’t always about asphalt or some degraded
Back road lead by a compass to no-where-in particular
Outta here runs the emotional gambit
To an overwhelm that rises up and gasps
And grasps at the air for some leverage
How do you hold on to your breath and live?
Outta here leaves hurt hearts and confusion
A trip no one welcomes when the face of reality
Begs for clarity and a wonder of what wasn’t
Enough in the conversation that didn’t happen.
Outta here might allude to some sunny sky
And the wind catching in your hair just right
Or maybe the scenery makes no demands
Other than to consume it with your eyes
Outta here from where the starting place
Clawed for the ‘gotta get outta here right now’
With a slammed door or worse a silent exit
Has a short life of breeze and ease
Sooner or later the destination comes
And Outta Here is right here where you are
Where you’ve always been with yourself
And you didn’t get anywhere far or fast
Only a little while of false freedom
Cause you’re never free till your heart
Gives it truth and the Outta Here is
Always really about going In Here deep
Where you really wanted to go
And got all scared and worried
Imagining that the only way in was out
When the only way Outta here is In.
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 