Road Trip

Acid in mood and focused

on the yellow center stripe

I fly down the road.

Pedestrian thoughts,

immured in deadlines and responsibility.

In half an eye, and as many a second,

a tuft of yellow causes pause;

like some surreal river

yellow plunges, rolls, cascades

in waterfall, crests and waves

unnatural in its golden splendor

just one petal short of madness.

Disarming distraction,

Rapunzel like it tumbles

down in yarn like desperation

offering me a transpontine intention

and beckons me

a moments hesitation

to climb upon

in lost direction

and once upon a time.