Poetry, WritersIsland

hitch hiking

writer’s island saturday prompt no 6 beguile
photo: ADoseofShipBoy’s, flickr

Confetti

coming up for air
gulp the coolness
thin and light

clears the cobwebs
covering the corners
diluted and dusty

far from here there
is a highway stretching
out clawing its way

needing a ride one
hitches along with
another who goes

finding feet resting
quiet abstraction blooms
and breathes

mobile marvelous mutuality
we ponder peacefully
the weather of where we are

he points at the sky he points
at him and smiles innocently
at the brightness of the blue

solidarity symbiosis we are
with little notice he disengages
in an enlightened ebbing wind

that untangles a waterfall
of colorful confetti
falling fantastically

translucence awakening
deep the soundless sleep
never wakes so swiftly

feet fired up
the highway opens
gulping gurgles

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6 thoughts on “hitch hiking

  1. As a traveler, I can totally relate to the highway. Life through the windshield is my yoga, meditation and prayer.
    You don’t see hitch hikers much anymore.

    Peace

  2. you do in alaska spadoman! but we are a different breed up there lol. great stuff piece of pie. totally actually made me feel like a kid again reading that… remember just staring up at the sky as my parents drove and feeling the infinity of the blue. highways are great places to feel free

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