I believe I’ve been on the road for a million miles.
Does it show? I wonder about the wear and tear.
1 lane, two lane, three, four, five. Freeway. Highway.
NO WAY! Don’t go THAT WAY!
Flat top. Crowned gravel. Seasonal dirt. Grassy track.
The road less traveled is the one to take…
Passing lane – never enough. Slow lane – baugh!
…and yet if they take it all we’ll have to seek another.
Fast lane. Hammer down. Buck sixty. Po po gotta go.
I prefer the gravel road. Fields and old telephone poles.
People all have to pitter patter, get atter.
Slow down. It surely is the journey that is best.
Waiting for the school bus. Grader. Tractor.
Seeing the eagle. Owl. BEAR! Deer. Slowing down.
Always in such a rush. Blank look when they HIT.
No crosswalks for critters or old farmers. They just go.
NowaymanitcameOUTTAnowhere. BANG. Blame.
Slow it down. See what God put there to see. Yes. That.
I have to make it on time but I won’t rush this.
The journey isn’t about gas milage. Or time. It just is.
See what everyone else has missed in their rush.
I see the best things on slower, unpaved roads.
The only screen is the ‘windscreen’ and wow!
Can you see what I see? Slow down, roll the window down.
Be late every now and again catching jet streams.
I love the open road. The mountains. The prairie. Foothills.
Gotta rush. Gotta go. Get there. Get back.
Memories are made of stuff that moves slow.
Coming back to dVerse for the first time in a LONG time. Did you miss me? I surely missed you. Hope you don’t mind my rambling take on the Tuesday Poetics prompt.