there are so many places
where the roads are long
simple towns nested
in mammoth rock
the fields simple
cattle grazed and tractor-scarred
and the navy skies
eat the horizon
battered stone and sediment
I’m on the road piercing through
escapists’ wet dream
and gumshoed in between—
order, peace, placidity
tapped. to recognize
one must leave everything
and realize the size of one’s self—
meaningless, tiny, can’t give a shit
when earth takes you back
to where you rightfully dissolve
I always belonged
