Walking Stick

Walking Stick on the Run

A walking stick
bucked the system.
Hitched a ride
on my mirror.
“I’ve places to go
And people to see,”
she mumbled to no one in particular.

“I’m Ctenomorphodes chronus,

I’m no stick,”

she said with a click of her tongue.

“You’d be wise if you

learned more about me.

I’m native Australian

And I’m far from my homeland.”

"See that dome over there?
That’s where I’ll share
The journey I’ve taken thus far
To return to my roots.
Those professors in suits
have my boyfriend in a jar."

“We’ve planned our escape.
There’s a rocket in there.
I’ve heard talk of it on occasion.
Just point us to the rearview mirror.”
she said to no one in particular.