Where The Street Ends

It ends when I close the gate
When I enter the coffee house
Or, another friend’s house
It ends when I’m in a field of corn
When I arrive at the top of a mountain
When I lie in bed and let the dark and rain
Bathe me in it’s kindness
When my boss tells me “We don’t need
you anymore.”
When I gave up all allegiances to
institutions…when I realized I knew
the truth. The street ends...
the path goes on forever.