Destination Man When it came to girls, according to my mother Who was only looking out for me A sigh was never just a sigh But a sure sign that the road to hell was being paved Which I think is why I’ve always been a destination type of guy – Because she made me mighty curious So holding hands became the means to an embrace, Hugs to kisses and kisses to, well, dancing – Except when it was time for a pas de deux I only had left feet Until I stumbled onto you It was your quirks, shall I say, That stopped me in my tracks And had me hauling out the camping gear, Gathering wood, setting up lines And listening to the brooks and birds Forever, it seemed, no matter where the summit Near or far Eventually I forgot where we were going And better yet I didn’t really care ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, Leaf Thoughts, One Hundred Poems, 2013 |