The hour of the road

the road of miles
where freedom lies,
is often long and sometimes
paved with pain. . .

the hour of the road
often seems
to be so short,
its like
it never really happened. . .

to hover above
my running form,
above the heat or cold
above the aches
and all the thought. . .

when nothing
is too difficult
then i fly,

and i succeed. . .

1988