I stare hard with wonder  
Smiling back
At the long, blue road before me 

How it’s casual, easy grade belies 
Hard-won, Historic Route status Potholes, and unforeseen detours 

And I think to myself
Do I tip-toe whimsically
Drive with all deliberate speed
Or close my eyes and fly on eagle wings

Where will this road take me
Who does it think it is
And what color snacks should I pack for the journey