Temporary Exile

insistent karma pushes me along
into temporary exile
reluctant… but I cannot resist

the miles fly by my sleepy eyes
on this day that started way too soon

greener pastures may await
but they are empty now
devoid of your touch in this season of our lives
when I can hardly let go

the air in this stretch is particularly choppy
as winds swirl east of the resistant mountains
that I must cross before I find
my verdant but deserted retreat