Sometimes –
when the road looks long
and dark
when my shoulders and my neck ache
and my head screams, my eyes glaze
The flash of a smile – flies
through the back of my mind
and plays on that movie
screen just behind my eyes
Suddenly
there is a destination
like an oasis –but a mirage
and I roll my shoulders
crick, crack
and the ache fades
my eyes look freshly
on the horizon.
Though the freedom only lasts
for a moment
I always recognize
the smile–
an know it’s yours…
Scattered Notebooks 