Some Place Wonderful (Poetry)

It’s a long, long way from wonderful
but we dream all we can do
when each day’s a winding tunnel —
no real choice but blunder through

Far up ahead a chink of light
that lures beyond the gloom
so we keep on plodding blindly
eyes like lovers — full of moon

We might get there soon or later
in a year or more or less
arrows point in both directions
intuition our best guess

Drawn to some bright promised future
where it’s good to be alive
we all travel keen — still hopeful
wonder’s there when we arrive