Roads

AND SO…

for kimberly johnson

And so the unending road is a statement

working itself out by dusty lanes, fading sunlight

trees overlooking lonely streams,

there to sit with silences not far from moonlight

what will you write?

what will you say to waiting animals?

surprised by a bold visit

into their woods,

clouds will move on

with little to tell you,

perhaps there is a message in their reticence,

will you try to close your eyes?

dreaming of highways with open landscapes

filled with old barns, rickety chairs, wheels swinging from poles,

wind crossing your path

as you drive alone...