Follow the glowing highway lights.
Maybe you don’t know where you’re going, but someone’s ought to.
That’s why people drive, isn’t it?
To get somewhere?
It’s no wonder you love the feeling of getting lost,
it’s familiar to you.
Pacific to Atlantic & back
drive the dust-stained side roads until
you catch a glimpse of yourself in the rear-view mirror.
Talk to strangers in convenience stores and
roadside diners until you can see yourself
Listen to the music that makes your brother roll his eyes &
makes your mother grimace.
Sing along to the songs that saved your life and the songs
that made your life worthwhile.
Bring a camera.
But don’t take pictures of famous attractions and tourist sights.
Take pictures of the clouds
of the smiley face scratched into the gas station window
of ordinary flowers on the roadside and
of insignificant details.
Take pictures of what makes the trip feel real.
Drive until you aren’t sure how to get home
but return home anyway
because a sister is waiting to see if you’re the same person you were
when you left