On The Road To Caribou Part 3

Caribou?

I’ve travelled much, but never here.

Maybe I’ll like the change

We’ve seen many places, but they bleed into one another

Paris and Toronto, neither as unique as claimed

Beautiful cities, sure, but “once you’ve seen New York

You’ve seen them all”

I yearn for sun sometimes but I never find it in these cities

I never was a city girl, there is something about driving

Into nothingness, roads barely paved

I feel more connected, more at peace with the past

My own and this place’s

Seeping from the dirt every time the rain hits

A waft of petrichor and motor oil coming all at once

Will the town ever appear

Or was that sign, too, merely a memory of something

That existed long ago?

Risen with the dead of painted times gone by

When I think of past events they always play with old-fashioned music