Freedom Road

The overpass stuck in the middle

of my house and the world,

clearly read

in deep blue-lighted imperfection

Freedom Road.

Once noted I kept on going.

Only slowing to admire.

Wander within unfamiliarities,

reveling in strange made-up similarities.

With my stride never broken

 I just kept going.

To the beckoning beauties’

soft skin and flowing hair,

and somehow I got tangled up in there.

So I cut myself loose

and grabbed for a boost

again into my Captain’s Chair.

With little time to spare,

and adventure beyond every

 self-motivated dare,

I resume my ride,

upon my under-foot’s hide,

and looked up to the sky

to read Freedom Road.

Then lengthened my stride

towards a childhood glide

with thoughts of blue skies

and careless goodbye’s.

Flying down Freedom’s Road

with open eyes and no lines to guide

but repeating signs

of “Welcome Home”. 

- Jordan R Shaver