The afternoon desert wind was growing as our repaired car finally found the interstate.
Course set west, to home, hearth, and security,
and away from unplanned adventure.
Disappointment of the things not seen weighed down my heart.
Unwanted memories flooding my mind of mother driving
with her hands grasping the wheel in a death grip of her life.
Home was not happy for her and the road her freedom.
My hands sit lightly on the wheel, cruise control sets the speed
at which we seek to return to the shelter of our happy home.
The miles roll by, trucks pass, and sun sinks into the west.
Our west, our direction,
Flagstaff our destination.
East was adventure that fades with the sun.
Milage signs come into view as my brain does the math, 135 miles, 70 miles per hour…
Weariness as the car rolls to a stop in front of a motel.
Desert night as the trains roll by with their gentle thunder.
Desert, trains, rails, roads, and cars have replaced dust and thirst.
In the morning, clouds hid the rising sun and chill the air.
Cold seep into the bones at the gas station as the pump whirs,
and bugs get scraped off the windshield.
Again the interstate.
721 miles, 70 miles per hour, 26 miles per gallon,
road math starts.
It was in Kingman, after the stop for coffee, at the gas station
where I discover the missing gas cap.
Hold the air where it used to be,
I wonder what else have I left on the road.
That’s the end of our road adventure. Next week there will be a new topic. No idea what that might be yet.