I slice the land in half
Blank brown belt invisible in the blackness
Alone with the lines in the road
And a smattering of lights in the land and sky
This journey isn’t for the sights marking the coast
Or the dining along the way
It isn’t for anything that I can see
It’s a pilgrimage, for you.
Suddenly you’re everywhere
Sitting in my passenger’s seat
Tickling my shoulder
Joking that it’s about time I came to visit
Veer west again toward the damp chill of the coast
Strong, spicy eucalyptus air
No one knows quite what you meant to me
Not even me
Now that you have left us fleshy, fallible creatures
Maybe you do.
Alone, among hundreds
My eyes begin to flood
One continuous stream of tears
Interrupted by the laughter
In celebration of your fun and games
And weeping for the loss
Of a light I could only capture
In pictures and words.
What have you become?
Does your spirit now live in the rays
Of my ever sinking sun?
Can I see you every day
As I mourn that I’ll never see you