Culmination of Soul

Tblisi.

A distant city I've studied 

But never been.

There are so many things

I simply do not know.

The isle of Malta is carved from stone

On a beach in Crete, 

Evening waves come in.

As I walk beneath these trees

There is a cool breeze 

Hint of thunderstorm.

In Hawaii, a sponge centuries old,

Cincinnati,

A gorilla falls so a boy may live.

Despite complexity of world,

I sense a culmination of soul,

Rhythm of tides, ebb and flow

At the Port of Baku 

Big ships come, then they go.

My daughter lies on the couch

Her sigh from a darkened room,

She watches television.

Been wandering forever

Texas and Virginia, Washington

Kansas and Qatar, 

Washington again.

Show me that open road

Turtleshell thoughts in a Uhaul truck

Big Sur ocean for my Kerouac soul.