I feel like

A wagon caught

In the deep

Rut of some

Washed out road

Trying to climb

Out to level

Ground my heaviness

Veers me back

To something familiar

In desperation I

I jump the

Fence of propriety

And steer myself

Bumpily towards grassy

The grassy hills

Where my wheels

Glide over green

At last forging

My own path