An Open Road
Just a distant point of light in the fading of black on the horizon;
A city or town,
Or the rising of the sun,
It’s the darkness you’re leaving behind and tomorrow you’re chasing.
A new day,
A freedom from all the things that confined and defined your life until you weren’t you.
And somewhere beyond here you’ll find yourself,
Out there in the great wide open of sky,
And sea that gives birth to everything;
That great last refuge of dreams –
Out into the unknown.
Driving with no more idea of where you’re going
Than how fast your going
With the windows rolled down and wind whipping your hair –
Just knowing you’re not there and you can’t get there fast enough,
Wherever that is
Because that’s where YOU are.
Signs drift by promising,
And sometimes reminding of all we don’t need and those some few things we do.
Gaudy blarings of bargains and sales and show us the money
Threaded among the street lights
But monies the stuff of dreams –
Another tank of gas and another drive thru window to a life running on empty
When all’s been left behind.
Life takes on a different hue behind a dusty windshield
Beneath rolling clouds
With the radio fading in and out as you count down the miles.
Some things seem to shed with the night in the giddy what if of your going.
As if they can’t touch you and the past can’t find you
If you drive a little faster,
A little farther.
And perhaps they can’t.
Maybe there is a place where you’re new and your old life won’t seep through
And it’s just a dart throw at the map,
But out there,
Is a place called breath.
Some vast unknown clicks with your soul and says,
“This is the place.”
The road ends,
And rooster tails of dust settle back down
– Here –
Where YOU are.
Has anything changed now that the headlong rush is over
And daylight washes the darkness away?
You don’t know,
But you know that everything has changed
…because out there somewhere is the place where the road ends and the pages are turned.
You feel the settling of your soul and old stains washing away.
A place where lies are buried with the memories they carried
And you stand quivering in the dawn of your second chance
Waiting for the arms that would enfold the truth of you that the past denied.
But YOU would not be denied.
Life will find its way.
It’s an open road out there.