Dogs 2006

ROLLING STRIPE
(7/1/06)


motion
blessed motion
thoughts of destination
are in
the glove compartment
and all I see
in front of me
is open highway
with minor details
flowing by
in the
periphery

summer's
restless heat
seems to guide me
faster and farther
and I smile
for no other reason
than I am
moving
down
the
road

traffic
is slim
on this secondary
route
a few locals using
this rural expressway
for those occasional trips
of business and pleasure
beyond city limits
and while sharing
the same space
they are no more part
of my thoughts
than the signs
of domestic meaning
directing them toward
their extended
neighborhoods
of commuting
activity

I have
work to do
looking far ahead
beyond the horizon
while at the same time
still staring down
at the painted
cryptic symbols
constantly flowing
beneath me

the centers
of population
are simply sources
of accepted agitation
breaking the rhythm
of the all-consuming journey
only to be tolerated
when coinciding
with recurring need
of more fuel
at which time
the only time
that the weaknesses
of my body
are also
assuaged

the sun
is beginning to set
not only making
my westward trip
a bit more
visually challenging
but also stirring
a gnawing anxiety
that there is still
so far to go
and now my constant
travel companion
through the day
is speeding ahead
and away
from me
taunting
my earthbound
mode of
movement

I switch
on the lights
satisfied again
that the journey
will continue
the thought of arriving
now more of a nuisance
than a goal
I am in
my element
constant
mindless
motion
driven
by a mania
for a mobile nirvana
where the thought
of stopping
is as distant
as my own
eventual
death

an
annoying
arrival
of another
variety