On My Way

As the delicate snow
finds it’s destined path
to the ground,
I look out
and ponder
its existence.
if it’s real
then I’m real
alive,
thoughts
and feelings
breath after breath
the fragile state
of the snow,
melting on contact,
resembles
the emotional
turmoil inside
a book with no words
a forest of trees
I carve out a path
I must choose
a decision of ages
I opt
to no longer be
confined
to this body,
to just be
free
alive
an open road
to the moon
dropping over the horizon

Jake St. John writes out of New London, CT and is the author of several collections of poetry including Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019), Workingman’s Odyssey (Analog Submission Press, 2018), In All The Cities The Same Faces (CWP Collective, 2017) and Rotations (Night Ballet Press 2015). His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world.