{"id":127545,"date":"2023-09-02T09:57:02","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T13:57:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=127545"},"modified":"2023-09-02T09:57:02","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T13:57:02","slug":"the-road-to-somewhere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/the-road-to-somewhere\/","title":{"rendered":"The Road to Somewhere"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Road to Somewhere<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I made a small gesture<\/p>\n

by paying the ten cent toll<\/p>\n

on the trip that all my learning<\/p>\n

prepared me for though<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know it at the time.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The small entry point to Canada<\/p>\n

welcomed me to the rest of my life<\/p>\n

though all I saw was a stop along the way.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The couple in the front seat<\/p>\n

had picked my up at a<\/p>\n

homeless shelter in a church<\/p>\n

where an earlier ride had dropped<\/p>\n

me off after giving me a ride<\/p>\n

in the hardest rain of my life.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I could tell he didn\u2019t want to<\/p>\n

take me in but felt too guilty<\/p>\n

not to as I knocked on his window<\/p>\n

in a rain so hard he had<\/p>\n

to stop on the freeway.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The kind people in the church he took<\/p>\n

me to warmed up the put away meal<\/p>\n

and found me a ride to Canada with<\/p>\n

a kindness that shrouded me in love.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It was a sunny morning as we passed through<\/p>\n

the border post and further down the road.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t until recently I realized that maybe<\/p>\n

someone else or maybe me on a different day<\/p>\n

would have given up and taken a bus back home<\/p>\n

on that first day that I left my old life behind.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know life without making plans.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know each day can be its own story.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Perhaps the biggest lesson in all my<\/p>\n

studies and talking with buds<\/p>\n

was to forget everything<\/p>\n

and start each day as if<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know anything.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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