Driving Around Lost After the Move

Tawny morning that’s supposed to warm me. Looks more
like a storm. The classic rock station is playing Stairway to Heaven,
fourth time strong. I can’t find anything in this town,
including something decent to sing along with. No one I know
walks into the cafes here, and the trees are all wrong.
In the winds outside the branches undulate, leaves ready to fall.
Another song: I don’t recognize it. Even the music
can’t root me – a generic ballad, hearts torn. A few more blocks
and the radio has moved on, mercifully, to Jimi Hendrix and Elton John.
Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see…
And I still don’t know where I belong.

Nov 15, 2013

One of 30 poems in 30 days