[Poetry] Roadtrip

What lies in the empty spaces?
The pauses between mile markers,
The silence between songs,
The open spaces between farms,
Bridges, silos, smokestacks and sunsets?
What lies there, in the click and him
Of tires and wheels and engines and wings?
What is it that drives us to the road,
The track, the rail, the air?
What do we seek in the monotony of movement?
What do we desire in those spaces,
in that forbidden silence,
But to fleetingly touch
The heart of the Divine?