blazing a trail

sometimes i start to feel nostalgic for all the thoughts i had that i never wrote down.
i wonder what they're doing out there without me
who else they might have found to attach themselves to.
it seems to me that if life were fair
one day i'd get to meet these people
and we might call each other 'kindred spirits'
and share life over cups of coffee -
black, because we like to think ourselves severe.


i imagine that some day all of my snippets will equal poetry and my snapshots, photographs. i guess i imagine that one day all gypsies will have a place to go. but for now, i'll just keep setting off tiny fireworks, and hope they put out enough light for me to see my feet. still moving. still moving on.