April 2024
Stephen Anderson
stephen.anderson724@gmail.com
Bio Note: My trajectory as a poet and writer has always leaned toward a global perspective, that is, one that encompasses themes and subject matter with a universal focus owing to my life history of having lived in different parts of the country as a child, as well as my Peace Corps experiences in Chile and associated travels abroad including a year of living and teaching in London.

Going to Visit a Dying Friend

The road there seems long
With the roadblocks of thought
That creep and lie in wait
Like potholes and detour signs
Wanting to mess with me
As I try at every turn to focus
On the purpose of this trip
A pilgrimage to rescue and comfort
A soul longing to cling to hope.
I swallow hard trying to forget my own
Long-standing separation issues
That are cruelly fingering me with a sense of
Ineptitude but which challenge me to
Rise up in martyrdom to the cause
But deep down I know I will glide 
Into the expected role , the one cast
By a director of the unknown now
Taking a foolish chance on me.
Originally published in High Wire


©2024 Stephen Anderson
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