Keep Moving

Keep Moving

I carry my destination like a lamp in my chest,
Its small flame knows the road better than my eyes.
Dogs bark along the way, sharp as stones on tin roofs,
Their noise rising like dust behind my heels.

If I turn back to throw words like pebbles,
My footsteps scatter like frightened birds.
So I walk on, steady as a river ignoring its banks,
Trusting the sea will recognize me when I arrive.