From Odessa, Texas

I never hitchhiked east but always west toward a larger setting sun.
Most times I thought I knew where I was heading sometimes I knew
I was totally without anchor, afloat in a swamp of ideas or ideals.
Stepping to no drummer but my buzzing head of endless ideas
I had a younger, and married, sister somewhere in orange groves
and moved in her general direction for a warm meal and coffee
so kept my feet to the ground and my thumb toward the west.
So many people saved me from me, including me and my sister,
but without lonely, thinking days, alone, I would not now smile.
I am the result of endless searching, wondering who I might be.