Wonder  

As the dark highway ahead
unrolls through murky billows
of fog, the yellow lines going
by slowly mesmerize me. The
radio is set on 88.5, alien rockabilly
pluto blues, FM sound word hues and
streetlight streams- driving through
a seamless white, red, black and green
city noise machine.
Leave the prairies where the
horizon never ends, silence and
solace given away to every passing
car and truck. The eyes bombarded
by visual overload, songs echoing
through these hours behind the wheel-
ghost white steel and quiet drifts into
wonder, wondering where the
road ends and your next
poem begins...

© 2006 Ryan Baier