U.S. Route 40

America unfolds before my eyes,

Line after dashing line that skips

Along with the beating of my heart,

the yearning of my soul.

Confined by parameters of the blackened tar

That lies beneath my feet

Ever carrying us into the horizon, into the

open plain, the blue, brazen skies that offer

Protection, guidance, a sense of self, being, existence.

The minutest molecule that lives within the organism.

A speck against the backdrop,

A grain of sand taken from the rolling deserts

Of the wild, wild west. 

Pictures that dance within the memories of our technological minds, 

Ever yearning to break the petty confines.

Meaning attributed to

The journey, the scene, the open road. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A excellent poem. I crossed U.S Route 40 many times. I was station in Texas. Took 40 all the way home to Michigan. Your words are true. Old highways are pleasure to people who love the road. A excellent poem.
Coyote