I have traveled too far north
And must double back
Before the day ends and the sun sets.
Wondering how I got this far
And along this route
Without seeing where I was going
Or how far I had traveled.
Time to return. Must hurry.
The sun hangs low above the horizon.
I must be back before the deep violet twilight
And the emerging stars begin to wonder
Why I am not there
For them to welcome me home.
Yes, it's time for bad poetry again. It's been a while.