The Way Home
Drivin’ an empty road
in the middle of a forgotten time.
Nothing to see, ‘xcept some trees
sharin’ tales of past glory.
Standing proud as they wave branches
filled with the grace of Mother Earth.
Listenin’ to Fleetwood Mac on the radio,
more miles falling behind me.
The dirt road urging me to slow down,
but I’m too damn tired to care.
Drivin’ home to leave this week in the dust,
I lose myself in the rhythm.
Each day repeating to the same old song.
Most too fast to count, and
I forget to breathe. My head still
spinning when the lights go out.
Drivin’ this empty road
with nothing to see ‘xcept some lonely trees,
I remember to breathe. One more bridge crossed –
The sun in my rear view mirror.
Dirt road stretching before me
with its unknown turns,
concentrating on the now –
wonderin’ who invented the game.
All I need is a hot meal
and a place to rest.
I don’t need some fancy toys
or fancy clothes to define me.
All I want is the freedom to cry.
And the freedom to sing.
I wanna dance in the present.
One road behind me. Another road up ahead.
Crossin’ one bridge at a time.
Remembering to breathe…
Takin’ each new turn
with my foot steady on the pedal.
©Brenda Baker ~ Caffeinated Ramblings 2017
I wrote this poem in August, 2016 after my last road trip. I’m preparing to leave again on Tuesday, so I remembered this poem which I finally got around to editing.
On a personal note: I also had the huge honor of writing a poem this week for one of my sisters who’s getting married in July. My sister is such a beautiful person, and I have no doubt that she will make an absolutely beautiful bride. I can’t attend the wedding, so I was both thrilled and a wee bit nervous about writing the poem. But I’m delighted to say that she loves it. 🙂
My sister also continues to be one of my greatest supporters, along with my mother and other sisters. I’m not sure that I would’ve had the courage to keep writing without their never ending words of encouragement.
It was only some time this week that I realized I will most likely spend the rest of my life writing in one form or another. The fear of having nothing left to say is finally gone. The words aren’t going anywhere. I just have to continue following them wherever they choose to take me.
Some writing will be good, but not all. I was having a look at a couple of my earlier poems, and realized that they’re in need of some serious editing. A goal for later this summer, maybe.
Lastly, I probably won’t get a chance to post over the next few weeks cause of my upcoming road trip. So until next time, take care of yourself. Know that you’re worth it. And as always, feel free to share your thoughts with me. I love hearing from you. 🙂