Around the Next Turn

The sun my awakening a strip of asphalt shimmers off somewhere in Nebraska hundreds of miles from home. Sandhills seen for the first time I look at them with eyes of a child but my body aches as life springs forth from underground streams. Center lines are being painted an arduous day of work promised it always arrives too soon but serene skies stretch to endless horizons. My co-workers and I follow each other to the meeting spot miles out of town where we’ll ready ourselves for the assignment-- we’ve come from different stages in life, I see a bison farm in the middle of nowhere and must tell others about what I’ve seen to the sound of nothingness at the spot we meet and wispy clouds drift across the sky such wonder shared, I feel it must be a story or poem. At the end of the week, we say good-bye,