Keep It Movin'!

Take off on the nearest highway,
Find an exit you’ve never seen,
Follow your gut until you find a road you recognize
Make your way home
Later than expected.

It’s okay,
You’re single.
No partner or children,
Just a cat,
Who’s used to your erratic nights.

What are you running from?
Who’s to say,
Really?
The muchness of it all,
I suppose.

It’s hard to separate the feelings
When they come all at once.
Affection, rage, grief,
Pride, fear, knowing,
Smushed into a multi-colored ball of play-doh,

Sitting in my chest and throat.
I could sit and pick the colors apart with care,
Or I could drive
Until they are pressed into
Rainbow spaghetti.

It’s more fun that way.