To The Road to
You let us ride like
Over your two lane road
That swayed like a river
And the death
Your sun lived as a
Showing up for an episode or two,
Then leaving to
live its own life behind the raining clouds.
With her small
Four door build
And a trunk that carried
All our lives
One hundred miles fast through the
Serenity of your haven.
We were refugees from all the disappointment
I’d put in our lives
Too much excitement
In my own.
When the ten foot tall white avalanche
Truck abused your
asphalt with such disrespect
You appointed me and Jessica the official
Seraphs of the land
And with everlasting purity
We raced his thousand pound
Ego off the road
With nothing but her, a four door sedan.
When my Brother asked
what great adventure had allowed me to
You answered him
with the only words
he’d ever heard.
My Mother never asked because she’s always understood,
Only to a point of course, as no mother wishes her son to be more than
a few million miles away.
When the Denver Skyline refused to tease me with
I thought back on the canyon walls
that could have been
Or the calmly rushing rivers
that surely were
And decided that this
was not so bad.
Oh, but if I ever felt peace at all
It would have been on your holy
Where only four hours were left on our seventeen hour drive.
The decaying sun dimmed
the valley that became my final
Or will become eventually.
Andrew Halsig is a twenty year old poet form a small town named
La Habra. He moved to San Francisco at seventeen to study writing and experience a life closer to The Beatniks. Since fifteen Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg have been something of a religion for him. His first real publication was of a poem called America Part 2: In Honor of Allen Ginsberg. He has lived in South Korea and spent time traveling around America and Asia. http://goalsandsuchandstuff.tumblr.com/