by
Zellie M. Quinn on Jul 09, 2011 in
Poetry
Where Are You Going?
Where are you going
There on the paved face
Of a sphere
That spins while racing
Swift orbits
Around a flawless star
Suspended in a black universe
There you are
Sitting in your car
Staring at a red light
To watch the change
That you might move your foot
And be off
To the next light.
Where are you really going
Without a thought
To what might be waiting
After all the lights
And after all the goings
When all that’s left is you
Sitting there
Staring at your Maker?
Zellie M. Quinn
Zellie Quinn first discovered she wrote poetry in the early 1980’s in Germany while in the Military. She found that if she flipped over the pages of important documents, the back side was a handy place to quickly write the soldier poems welling up in her. Of course when fellow soldiers began taking her poems, she learned that this was a bad thing, since during inspections missing pages on documents are not a good thing. Afterwards she obtained a degree in English, with an Emphasis on Creative Writing. She now lives in the Chicagoland area, with her husband and 5 children. For more poems and writings by Zellie M. Quinn, you can read her blog at http://zelliemquinn.wordpress.com/.
