There is little more delightful to roadtrippers
Than a lightly used highway
Which does the exploring for us
Than a lightly used highway
Which does the exploring for us
I may have to step
Through many doorways
To find its source
Sights, sounds, smells
Unlike anywhere else
In a country
Unlike anywhere else
They come to rise up
Then to speed down
To glide on silken slopes
The graceful arc of edges
All I need is
A canoe
A paddle
And a clear, calm mountain lake
With every stroke
I feel my tensions release
My thoughts slide down my arms
Into the paddle
They lap lightly
On the shores of consciousness
Places where we simply
Are
Places where we simply
Be
Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there
She’d seen my camera
A foreigner with a camera
“Take my picture!”
Happily, I oblige
Line her up with the street
The cyclist, passing by