Reminiscing about distant journeys
lost in the murky mist of my fading memories
down that Mother Road, and the paths of generations past
to the south side and the lake shore
and back again
to the mountain pass and to the Sea
the years wash upon the sands, wave after wave

Dreaming again of that long road
through the plains and the desert
and the changing shapes of drifting clouds
against the illimitable blue of the sunlit sky
and the dry summer heat and the lightning storms
rain come down in torrents, then stops

The snow-filled pass, the dizzying descent
And the last bridge across the silent waves
the City glittering on that other shore
the bank of fog rolling in from the Sea

Remembering who and what I am
and trying to latch on to that sense of
being caught up in that moment
ere I had taken another step on this lonely road