It starts with wondering
which bridges would need crossing and which
direction the river curved, which four
roads you would need to get there when,
in fact, it is the same road with four different names.
The road at the end of your street takes you
to the far side of the city, beyond where
the stalled train stops you, beyond the
smokestack shadow and the swinging cranes above.
When you have reached the place
you set out for, you realize you can just stay
on that same road and drive,
drive out toward all the other towns and cities,
if you don’t stop, if your car has gas,
if you have the time, if you are
unbounded.
Brian Baker (he/him) is a London, Ontario poet who began writing back in the late eighties, publishing in such literary print journals as the University of Windsor Review, Dandelion, and The Antigonish Review.
Header photograph by Jen Ippensen
Header artwork by Jordan Keller-Wilson
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