Mile markers fleetingly rush past my peripheral vision,
First though the windshield, then the rearview mirror.
Melodic notes from favorite CDs waft up through the
aaatilted sunroof
To help produce a clearing of my fettered mind.
I am at home on the open road.

WI to NM, NM to UT
UT to NM, NM to VA
Belongings in tow to buttress a new venture.
At times escorting friends doing the same.
I am at home on the open road.

I don't fancy myself a vagabond or drifter.
Quite the contrary. Family and stability are my
aaatreasures.
But, the hours riding on blacktop,
These are they in which I focus enough to be
aaareminded.
I am at home on the open road.

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