The Highway
take it
The open road—is anything better?
I’ve never been afraid
to ditch the interstate,
find some gravelly ribbon
wrapped around these forests, fields, and farms,
a gift of landscape, a gentle unfolding.
I surrender to my desire
to get out of traffic, abandon the
straightaway, leave that night belt
of LED lights so self-congratulatory
they dare compete with the stars.
I’d rather slip down through a two-lane blacktop unfettered by billboards.
Feel the moon’s silver gaze silken my frazzled nerves,
open up the part of me that rejects
the linear obsession.
Follow these roads opening themselves to you as far as they’ll take you—
they’ll lead you to new rivers and always back to me.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (2)
Listening to this song has me cruising along a road in my head. I've never heard it before. What a wonderful poem! So nostalgic.
I only like driving on an empty road. Excellent words, and I love Marshall Tucker