The open road has played a significant role in my life. I ran away as a teenager and spent a few years wandering the narrow black lanes of America. As an adult I’ve explored most of the states west of the Mississippi by bus and by car. As the cost of gas rises, this has become less practical, but I’ll still take to the highways once in a while when I need time to think, meditate, and reflect.
Road
There spanned before me a long wending road,
Stretching aloft a life-mending road.
Expanses stirred in my spirit a goad,
Spurring adventures along trending road.
Drifting alone with a great mental load
I wandered far on the peace-lending road.
The changing lands were my phasing abode
Beneath the skies of an unending road.
Hope was reformed through steady erode
Of useless views on strength-spending road.
Amid moving seasons wandering strode
The dreamless Zahhar on soul-tending road.
This is my 12th ghazal.
Publication History:
LYNX (web-based) — October 2002
