...two thousand miles
away from you
leaves me spinning...
like my tires
across dusty roads
floating
in the limbo
between the love of the road
and the grief of what i leave behind
never enough time...
to stop
and just be
and to enjoy the place where i am
and to reflect
on the images
in my rearview mirror
in my wake
melancholy for the beauty
that i see
but can not seem to enjoy
while i race past it all
white knuckles
steering wheel
passenger
agenda overridden
and wanting to just stop,
and soak it up
like a deep breath
as the moon peeks through the clouds
in late summer
is it better to have seen it pass you by
or have never known it was there?
it seems sad
that i sit here,
looking out the window
but don't have the time
to absorb it
to enjoy it's peace
and hear the silence
like a loon calling in the dawn
drowning in the drone of the noise
motors running all night
why?
when?
when will i have time
to walk
to sit
to be free
to live
without time...