From here to anywhere
Though oft I cross
In naught but metaphor
Still, if I land
On farther shores
Though metaphor
They be
Still, if I land
On farther shores
Though metaphor
They be
And o’er it all
Arced golden steel
To celebrate
The westward move
We learn to speak
In ways elegant
And ignorant
We grow old
Or we don’t
But all of us
We die
Here
and
There
Holdover from a time
Of neon
Air-con
And movin’ on
I remind myself
To love and revere every being
Every living thing as if
Each were a god or bodhisattva
John Steinbeck devoted a full chapter of his epic roadtrip, The Grapes of Wrath, to Route 66. Five words of that chapter — three words, really — captured everyone’s imagination. Three words.
“66 is the mother road,” wrote Steinbeck. Poetry. Evocation.
I leave a trail
I follow one
I leave a mark
I seek one
I know my place
Where I am
Where I’ve been
Where I’m going
By the markers
Heed artistry
Inscribe wisdom
Apply passion