To Nowhere

The gravel grinds Beneath the tires of my car. Bumpity bumpity bump, Air rushes under the car For a split second Until the old rubber Hits the pavement once more. All the houses are behind me now, The gas station too. The town is in my rearview, Fading into the background. Outside my windows, There is nothing But the empty desert And the scattered creosote. A snake here, A jackrabbit there, My speed slows. I am in no hurry; I'm going nowhere in particular. Just like this road, This strip of dirt in the sand, This road that leads To Nowhere.