the Chase of Reconciliation

Flying, fleeting, the road overhead
scars through lunging, winding grass that
offers daisies to a jubilant sun
cloaked by proud and royal storm clouds

the atmosphere wavers to a
riotous wind, challenging every
color of life to show itself in thef
ace of a traveler's perception.

and somehow the pistons mutter on
carving invisible threads of where and when
through summer soaked asphalt and a
migrant's heart to venture on

such star guided aimlessness..
grants the whole world to an
otherwise destitute individual
with nothing in her hands but restlessness

the toxic noise of origins
bubble from the cracks
it pursues as the hound
disdainfully relentless in it's wake.

and there is no mainstay from this living scorn.

only the road
offers the slightest fragrance of salvation
through the smoldering ash upon it.