Tag: United States of America

Extraterrestrial Highway

Even under
The most extreme conditions
A little levity
Can be a good thing

I love the roads
Which lead to places
Unknown
Strange
And challenging

I love most the roads
Which take sudden turns
When I see too far ahead

Everything nice
Is ephemeral

There are places of history
We maintain
Beyond their usefulness
Because we want to hold onto the past

There are places of the past
We let go
To lie fallow and go to ground
Because we no longer need them

On a large canvas
Even the brush strokes
Can be beautiful
Laden with insight

In the desert
Where only death
And the earth
Linger long

In the desert
I strip myself
Bare of conceit
Bare of ego

It’s just a road
Through a place
Where the clouds
Dominate
The landscape

Sometimes
That
Is all
I need

I grew up in New England
Where the forests come alive
For just a while in October

The leaves turn colours
Unimaginable
Lighting mountainsides on fire

Unlike the many monuments I have seen
The mountains and skyscrapers
All so grand and inspiring

I will be remembered
Not for the appearance I present
But for the shadow I cast

Ways of life, and
Ways of being
Have come and gone
Even in my lifetime

And many more
Will come and go
In the lifetime
Left to me