Revelation

I feel the sidewalk

burn its direction

into my shoes.

One foot in front

of the other until

I reach cubicle.

I am funneled

into walls where

the same answers speak.

My mind grows smaller

beneath the florescent sun while

my spirit begs for wings to escape glass.

Outside the black and white

laurel points toward the mountain

where days don’t tick to dollar signs.

Revelation roots deeper into the tea leaves.

I’ve seen every sign, but still lost my way,

collecting wants isn’t feeding what I need.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2018

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