Big Still Sky
and the rolling ground
connecting the two
with a humming sound
..
Wheels skip down
The tar concrete
Moving forward
from the urban heat
..
My troubles and worries
Seem to disappear
Fading and shrinking
In the rear view mirror
..
And who we are Is
where we are
An unknown destination
Thats not to far
..
The Road is bumpy
The Road is smooth
But I’m keeping my wheels
On the move.
..
I really like this poem, I know the feeling… although not on a motorcycle.
This is beautifully prescient.
I’ve been feeling like this for the past few weeks, great post!