Time Out

Paul and Lori took a week apart.
They knew they would reassemble it later.

Each of them traveled light.
One carry-on piece of luggage each.

Both drove in different directions.
They switched directions to return home.

Each documented
the changing color of the highway.

Paul drove out of green-chili-cheeseburger country.
Lori left chocolate behind in the house.

They drove in search of an epiphany.
Rand McNally did not mark those as points of interest.

Both had the habit of stopping
at roadside historical markers.

Their tires never touched
an interstate highway.

They returned home at the same time
without the aid of GPS synchronicity.

They found the disassembled week
where they left it on the kitchen table.

Even though they were tired from their travels
they worked to midnight reassembling it.

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Procession of Taillights as I Neared Bentonville

I drove the Ozarks
along the old Telegraph Road.

The telegraph poles
were replaced by telephone poles.

I am not sure of the difference
but there must be one.

It’s path was laid over the path
Native Americans used to take.

They followed the buffalo
who made the original path.

I followed the route south
by Curtis’s troops during the Civil War.

I wished to see
if the land repaired itself

after two long days
of so much dismemberment

at the hands of men
wielding black powder weapons.

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Matchbox Souvenir Collection

Jesus reached down from heaven
and placed his hand
on Lori while she slept.
He quieted her nightmare heart
with the unintended consequence
she dreamt kissing the lips
of the Christ on the Cross
in at least one local church per day
while on a great American road trip.
Her road trip started
at the ferris wheel
on Santa Monica pier
and traveled U.S. Highways
all the way to Roosevelt
Campobello International Park
near Eastport Maine
with many stops in between
for red place-of-interest boxes
sprinkled across the map.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney