I drive
purposely, rapidly
abandoning
a carefully structured life
body finally following spirit
a spirt that circumvented and eluded
vitality and elan limitations
all those eons ago
did you not know?
every poem I composed
every dream I dreamt
envisioned this escape
having seen the orange citrine tinted autumnal leaves
peregrinating thru this bracing air
I eagerly, gleefully
cast off the chains
that tethered me to restrictive unhappiness
an explosion of color stands guard
on the trek
flora giving witness
as I seek my mecca, my Xanadu
making pilgrimage to an answer, an alternative
rejecting the mundane edifice of monotony
that was my life
I am freed.