Two Poems and a Poem: Ritual One, Day 15

 Two Poems:

"American Wandersong" by Richard Blanco

"Pelligrinaggio" by Barbara Kingsolver

A Poem:

One Day

by ljkemp

This job, my career. I am grateful,

but restless, not about whether to stay

or where to go next, but where to go

away. It is half-past something I can't

stand one more minute of today, and

my mind is far from here.

A luxury afforded to me by the very 

job that on this day bores me.

I am in the woods among the trees

and the birds and the wind, the crackling fire.

I am at the shore with the waves and the saline

breeze, my mind hovering with the seagulls

screeching questions in the wind. I hear

them and today I have no answers.

Italics: The first italicized line is from Kingsolver's poem, and the second one is from Blanco's.