Don’t take your eyes
off the road.
What passes you by
are marigolds.
Fire in the fields
of the night.
Lighting up the edges
of our sight.
Sometimes it feels
like you’re alone,
even in the places
you call home.
No horizon,
no set event
precipitates the moment
that you left.
It’s straight on out
from here.
The sun is out
the sky is clear.
The clouds are gonna
come and go,
as we go about
the task
of getting old.
It’s easy to lose yourself
staring at the sky,
so don’t take your eyes
off the road.
The wind blows in,
a new place to begin,
as the snow
covers up
the marigolds.
DJR – 2022
