twists and turns

of roadway behind.

now a straightaway.

clear skies

on a horizon

of late day sun.

I see

I’m heading into sunset.

driving on plains

that skyline surrounds you,

as if centered

on Earth’s midsection,

right in her belly.

there may come a T

or a Y

or a fork

in the road,

but I’m still heading

where the sun sleeps.

see you there.