Been down this stretch of road before,
devoid of traffic –
motorists sleeping at home.
Road is slick gray,
courtesy of the moon glow,
and winding on forever.
Open window
bringing in cool
black air,
cooling my head,
clearing my thoughts.
Peaceful and pensive
at 75 mph,
looking for my mountain.
Don’t want to bring it anywhere;
just want to see it,
to sleep on it,
to mine peace of mind.
Macadam pathways opening
mental doorways
to the inside.
Comfortable enough
to dream
in the bucket seat
of a 5 speed,
screaming down
an interstate.
No destination,
only a place to think
and put it all
in the trunk,
the gas tank,
the right place.
Disciple of the roadway,
attending the church known as
the Highway at Night;
praying for forgiveness
and redemption,
with taxes,
insurance
and gas
as my collection plate.
