Rain is falling as I look out the window—
It’s December and I’m left to wonder
where time itself has gone.
Through the years I’ve driven highways
ribbons of pavement, never knowing
where they would reach their end.
I became friends with construction workers
as they tore up and rebuilt roads.
Throughout the day I held onto my sign
to stop lines of cars then let them go.
On Fridays I took the call from the office
to learn where I’d go for the next assignment.
I spent years driving with the passing sun
as my life unfolded through miles.
But now I’m staying in town.
People in diners here talk about the weather
to get to know each other and pass time.
People in bars here talk about their teams
and can discuss their favorite plays for hours.
I take in passing conversations and nod my head.
It’s December and I’m left to wonder
what brought me to this time and place.
The roads that carried me across states
brought me here to a quiet street
that ends at a wooded ravine.
My ears ring as I sit in my time and place.
A spread of trees in winter laid bare
waits for the arrival of spring.
Rain is falling as I look out the window.
C-ar,
I-n
N-ew
D-irection,
E-mbraces
L-ife's
L-imited
K-ilometers,
E-xploring
Y-ellow
P-ainted
R-oads,
U-nderstanding
D-estiny's
E-very
N-ew
T-urn
E-xhuberantly
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Cindell Key Prudente)
They’re roaring by with lights aglow
Akin space rockets, to and fro
Unfailing captains on steroids
Between this Earth and asteroids
This is the blood that moves the trade
This is America, conveyed
Truck-ships, with missions on the mind
Despite the night defy the grind
Rigs leave no waves in their wake
Them running fast and never brake
Men often follow their path
So to avoid the radar wrath
They land for brief prescribed rests
While speeding on the cryptic quests
We’re whizzing by, in cars and vans
And eye the sleeping caravans
United States, the land of trucks
Can’t pass them by sometimes, shucks
Resilient movers. And my crux?
Wouldn’t be the same without trucks
Sept 17, 2023
the terrain’s more expansive here
you said, as if obscurities that had been,
moved aside so the eye
could soak in highways singing
restless blues, as if language
materialized straight from that feeling
of nowhere coupled with too many
places to be, and you can see
what you want to, blanketing the spaces
with clutter from your mind
by accident like deja vu
I keep turning mid-drive
to stare at the unusual wedding
of indifference and curiosity,
your green eyes touching even
further than the collective
of what remains enchantingly
unspoken
For 30 years I drove to work,
On highways that I knew.
The early morning traffic
Was so light I almost flew.
I recognized the landmarks
That I passed each time I went,
A smooth commute to where I taught
My singular intent.
In the years since I retired,
I’d no need to take that route
‘Til today, when GPS said
That’s the way to go, no doubt.
So, to meet some friends we traveled
On the roads we were assigned,
Which were different from the old familiar
Ones I had in mind.
Change is bound to be expected;
Nothing simple gets to last.
Even roads and their surroundings
Differ from those in the past.
get out your words and try
try to make everything all right
sling them like arrows
into the gauntlet of time
do they even know
what they're trying to find
or do they just need to unwind
this old man played
too many knick-knacks too many times
too many paddy whacks to give his dog a bone
and that's okay... he's got his syllables
to lead him... astray ...or guide him home
it doesn't matter... they love to roam
over the highways and byways
through space and time
through the intricate mazes
of his heart and mind
not looking to mean anything
but to be happily lost.. like petals in the breeze
fluttering, floating and flying free
that's all they've ever needed to be
but if they could find their way
to a better place on some promising day
and could kiss you long enough
sink hard enough and deep enough
they'd never be forgotten
Spontaneous road trip with no destination in mind
Earwigs from the radio chew past wax to my brain.
Shush shush shush of wipers,
the pasty wheeze of wet cold road cannot distract.
So, my resolve sways left than right, drawing
low back muscles tight, with each argument
breath comes harder. Fists wave as fingers point.
Suited, polished, brass balled men rise between
the road and my eyes,
wail of perfected lies through perfect teeth bring down
barrier after barrier as I am swallowed
in the wide slow maw of death’s valley.
paths walked through forests
mountain highways twist and bend
routes that lead you home
Gliding among stars
surfing spiritual unknowns
we exit as one
*Silver Linings Highways*
I have seen so many, I feel like leaping.
In the most opaque moments of my soul,
A mysterious gem keeps shining!
Always a rose land garden just ahead.
Even though humanity thinks
hope is all but dead?
The cotton candy skies are a sunset red.
That warms my soul, I just keep going.
And that mysterious gem in my soul?
Why, it is forever glowing!
5/7/2021
~1~
surf current of waves
navy blue roads flow
salty drinks on deck
My destiny is divinely designed
The lies of the devil cannot change it
Challenges are transit points
That connect me to my destiny
As I ride through life’s stop-overs
I refuse to be stuck at transit points by challenges
And miss my gateway to God’s promises
The tougher the challenges the greater the greatness
Challenges redouble the anointing
They bring me closer to God
Cause I am helplessly in need of His Grace
In the desperate highways to His rest
Help me Lord to control my feelings
For I need to be an effective instrument
To win souls to your Kingdom
For the last days are here
The ocean is a highway
to be traveled far and wide,
you can travel it alone
or with loved ones by your side.
The ocean is a vast liquid world
filled with life unseen,
fish and whales and seahorses
swim beneath boats and submarines.
Winter has come and snowflakes fly
In winds beyond normality
Creating drifts above one’s head,
Exercising muscles
To get our driveways cleared of snow,
The walkway and our doorways too
Around the house, the shed and all
After the storm has passed.
But, now our government has gone
And lessened hours snowplows can
Be out upon our highways and
Be plowing snow from them.
They say they can save money by
Reducing plowing from snowfalls,
Less gas and labor, maintenance,
But, what about a life?
And what about emergencies
That do occur from time to time,
A pregnancy in ambulance
On highways stuck in snow
Or accident that has to be
Fast treated in a hospital
A hundred miles away, and by,
Our doctors’ skillful hands?
What have our MHAs become
When human life is put below
Gas bills, labor, Machinery,
Saving a buck or two?
You say, “Not so”. I hear you scream
To save your face in front of all.
So, prove it then. Put snow plows back.
Keep highways cleared of snow.
If you will not rescind your plans
And keep our highways clear,
Remember that elections come
And voters don’t forget!
W.C.Hull © 2017-24-1-958-E
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