The Road

The Road

The meandering miles are piled up,
blacktop is dense and more scarred.
Halt as truthful witness for the moon,
the luminary signing Midnight’s card.

Burden adheres using familiar grip,
shrug shoulders to let carrying cease.
Settle it on roadside’s dusty spirit,
stand up with joints popping release.

Inhale the night’s true vintage at last,
enervation expands thought and cells.
One with the vista freckled with silver,
able to travel the curves and parallels.

A burden abandoned along the road,
dropped and forgotten not as pollution.
Carved from a life told to be guilty,
left alone easily by honest resolution.

EaS