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