Grasping at open air

ether slipping through
fingers
like rigid wind

out the passenger side window

on the road to freedom


I

thought I was headed somewhere

predestined, and I’d 

find God waiting for me
in a hotel room
booked, with a beachfront view
and two swimming pools, but

our car broke down

in a small town
near a railroad

where my one track mind
resides in a switching station
by a motel 6(66)
betwixt the path to everywhere
and nowhere