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Maybe I'm Among the Stars

by John Herzog

Walking through the night like always,
the sodden grass showers my bare feet
with a shivering dew colder than my breath
as it diffuses into the black nowhere.

In other words,
it's 1:30 in the morning,
and I've been derailed again at the
intersection of disoriented and dreaming -
my home away from home

There are quaint little houses everywhere
their humble porch lights teasing their way into my eyes,
but there's no use in lingering
I could use somewhere, anywhere to sleep,
but how am I to answer these people
when they ask me who the hell I am
when I myself don't have a clue?

Where is this place
that my wandering has taken me?

Maybe I'm among the stars,
twinkling into forever.
Maybe I'm on a train through the universe,
traversing galaxies and eons
until I reach the stop I want.
Maybe I'll know it when I see it.

Know what I mean?
I don't.

08/02/2009

Author's Note: First cathartic poem I've written in a long time.

Posted on 08/02/2009
Copyright © 2020 John Herzog

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Engelen on 08/02/09 at 11:48 AM

I very much enjoyed this read and truly like the second verse.

Posted by Allison Smith on 08/02/09 at 03:13 PM

Loved this. Into my favourites.

Posted by Wendy Geal on 04/15/14 at 06:21 PM

Love this: "and I've been derailed again at the intersection of disoriented and dreaming - my home away from home" Amazing piece.

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