West

"Drive west," they tell me

And so I leave

Making my way through hills covered with windmills

Deserted deserts

And

Half-forgotten forests

Until finally I stop

Breathing in the coastal air

Feeling the wind move in waves against my body

Just as the ocean moves before me

The taste of saltwater on my tongue

I have not reached my destination

But I cannot drive any more

There is no road, no highway, no back-alley shortcut

To where you are

I consider hiring a passing sailboat

A helicopter

A jet plane

To take me where I need to be

I stare out across the sea

Trying to span 7,000 miles with just my imagination and some metaphors

I imagine that I see you

Eyes alive and excited as always

You are also watching the waves and thinking of me

…You miss me, too