Original Poem: at the edge of somewhere

Hey loyal Golden Sentence fans...thanks for visiting the blog, while we've been absent. I wanted to share an original poem I had written a long time ago and just now edited and finished. Please comment and let me know if we can bring any other kind of music, social or poetic content you'd like to see here. Hope you enjoy the poem....

at the edge of somewhere

Fall is coming again

as my years keep falling

it is coming like recent storms

we’ve needed

but, I don’t need this

I find myself repeating my mother’s

Mexican dichos

Proverbs of life

What I couldn’t stay away at 25

I watch now in my late 30’s

Is it any sweeter now?

It’s so hard to tell

The street ditch swells

From this beating rain

I drive by and watch

The rushing water

swirl around water bottles

gliding cardboard boxes

pushing and  maneuvering

these articles

to the edge of somewhere

so much of this life

is meant to voyage alone

our lost voices

and messages inside impossible bottles

many voyeur eyes

can’t assemble mechanical puzzles

or fix the jagged pieces of their lives

too fixated on today

and failed escapades

don’t bother to watch the currents

much these days

ebb and flow

travel with or without the company

of you and us

© Rafael Andrade Garza, August 30, 2013.

photo courtesy of chikuba.wordpress.com