I travel far beneath Montana skies,
The road a dull reflection of the sky above.
Transcendent highways overhead,
No road signs to stop the heart from wandering,
Full of starry questions
and answers yet before they’re asked.
Beginnings after endings.
Quantum entanglement of fiery paths of stars
with cars speeding on below the splintering streak of night.
The lives of stars abide no more alone
than our twisting paths of living.
Everything our hearts can know
may happen in the homeland of the stars
sparking forward to their beginnings.
Copyright © Diane Woodward Dorff | Year Posted 2017