I've been on this road a
Seldom understood long time
And have never managed
To catch its name: The signs
Wink by so quickly. I must
Do my best to watch for
Directions: "Gas and Lodging"
From time to time or
"Rest Stop" which I
Pull in to and seeing no one
To complain, let my dogs
Out off-leash to run.
I look about but see no
Explanation of where this is.
My sense of direction, always
Poor seems to have gotten worse:
The sky in this unpeopled place with
Its immeasurable number of stars,
Each one with a name
I never learned, aches
As I cross over a crest
Away from the rest-stop's lights.
The night is full of explanation,
But I am limited by the
Energy I still possess -
The dogs come near and wait
To see where I will go - on out
To infinity - or back to the car.
