Get used to righteousness when it makes you feel whole
Gonna be a transformation, baby, down in your soul.
– Van Morrison
Let’s talk about the way the sky
was reborn tonight,
crimson in its own
skin, pulled tight
across the horizon.
You say north and I’ll say true.
Right. The only way
to go if we’re gonna
get there by tomorrow,
and we’d better.
We’ve no use for all these miles,
only the way the
rumble makes us
whole, stirs and shakes
these battered souls.
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 12.
We’ve no use for all these miles – beautiful!