perhaps i'll have to move on

perhaps i'll have to move on
keep travelling before i settle down
move around before
i can't move no more
in thunder from the south
rumbling low and loud
two days without crescendo
suggesting to me
i'd better flee
hodgepodge of gray blue skies
whisked northerly awaiting
clear skies following the dappled sun
and the thunder only
a ballast factory
churning boulders into pebbly rocks
like a pie baking
soon ready to be boxed
or is the hint of moving on
caused by
dangerous familiarity
sickening inevitability
out of desire to freshen the seat 
by finding another place
without burning houses
or slamming doors behind
by not answering when someone knocks
and asks
"who's home?"
who asks
the silhouette of the man across the Han from me
"hello, following me?
i must be going."
if the thunder continues to roll
and there are too many signs to move on
with hundreds of other places to go

6-17-14