landed

It is all a journey,
bigger biceps, better conversation, wetter kisses.
a road paved through endeavors,
each stone, a victory,
a new path, a success.
every crossroad, a failure.

It is all a journey,
a full bladder, shaky legs, a stuffed nose.
there is no great redemption
other than the peace of finality.

And so the day goes,
mornings spent doing,
evenings spent preparing,
nights spent longing.
It is the cycle of our everyday.

Tomorrow...
tomorrow is a brown wind,
sweeping across the mountainside.
It is high temperatures,
and unusual humidity.
It is the journey of nonsense
that has landed at my door.