“A Simple Matter”

Where is home?
I want to know,
when will these foggy windows
look out upon a familiar road?
One that I
have never seen
save for in the fleeting
images
of dreams

“What Bridge?”

I have seen
different lights,
strange reflections,
distorted by shifting winds
north
south
east
west
the crossroads over
the currents,
the stepping stone
upon the shaking ground

I have lived
and I
have died
at these crossroads
I have burned every bridge
and danced within the smiles
shimmering with the reflected
embers
fading, and quickly lost

I still dance
for the sake
of those lost grins

I still dream-
too vividly at times-
of those lost directions
and missed connections

I still smile
even though I
have lost it all

north
south
east
and west

I still cross the bridges
even though
they are gone

Sam Burks is from the San Francisco Bay Area, in California, and can be reached at srburks@gmail.com