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ROLLING ON

Miles pour out from under hot smoky tires;

the winds of time slipstream;

air and gases intermingle in the night;

the darkness rolls us along.

Reefers, covered wagons, skateboards, and gas pumps,

vans and pups form caravans;

disembodied voices in the night call out,

fading as east passes west.

Wit and banter, stupidity and wisdom

float on, some heard , most lost, as

north pulls away from south, through hills and valleys,

horizons stretch and recede.

Sunset and dawn superimpose and tangle;

hot and cold, rain and sere--

seasons pass on in seconds, unending vistas,

all changes, yet is the same.

Families wait, unseen, their presence in the cab

blends with lonely solitude;

music soars, rhythms flexing, crescendoing,

as tempos range far and wide.

Rock, country, soul and blues mix classical airs,

leaving tears and tapping toes;

feelings merge as lanes of superhighways do,

there, but ever left behind.

Warrior and cowboy, adventurers all:

lost souls, clowns, and romeos,

flirting, teasing, wanderers of the byways,

gamblers and heavy thinkers.

Tarps, chains, and straps, molding shapes of abstract art,

while shimmering lights outline,

forming shadows that flicker in the darkest hours,

rays of caution and of help.

Mounties, bears, and DOT, lie in ambush:

stealing time, and money too;

hold-ups as costly, bandits of a new era,

hazards of the present trail.

Log books and bills, replace the journals of old;

sail and oxen, gone for tires;

cargoes pre-sold, haggled over by brokers,

bid electronically.

Friends of the moment, news shared, handles exchanged,

comrades of the road;

with a see you on the flip side, my brother,

we may never meet again.

Yet in the dim light before dawn, the mist

of the present and the past,

converge together, echoing each other, as

the darkness rolls us along.

susan

This page is dedicated to my husband, Bob, and to

all the men and women who leave their homes and families behind to keep the freight moving to where it needs to be....thank you....I am learning to understand, and trying to learn, but mainly, I am waiting....susan

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This page was last updated on: February 23, 2008