Posts Tagged ‘trips’

The Road

(April 5th, 2010) Dear Planet Earth,

With
miles of
asphalt
beneath
the shoes
on your feet,
there is such
an intense
feeling of
skimming
the vast surface of
the crust of the Earth.
This feeling, this tingling
sensation that drives
through the body makes
one empowered with a
burst of energy. The driver
becomes the captain of the
seas,domineering over the
road. Objects whirl past the
window in a matter of seconds
as the rubber tires endure another
feisty mile along the sizzling pavement,
 fried from the direct sunlight. The
landscape is similar to the picturesque 
scenery in those all-terrain vehicle
commercials. Road trips profoundly bring
out the quite meaningless but extraordinary
elements of your surroundings: the endless
fields of crops growing in the countryside, the
ancient wooden farmhouses breathing with
mysteries of a forgotten past, silos shining like
stars under the strong  heat of the blazing sun, fence
posts holding hands and cheering from along the sides
of the road for the metal machines that zip across from one
end to the other. Who can forget the rusty trucks with flaps
waving in the strong current of the wind or lugging some top
heavy machinery for miles. The experts, professionals,
geniuses of the road pulling
 on for more action on the elongated
network of highways and expressways. Who could forget the
awkward squeeze of passengers in the backseat, dreamily staring
out the window, pleading for an intricate sideshow on the wild
prarie grass, attempting to start that short piece of literature
wedged between the leather of the seat and the leg of the adjacent
person, all while zooming through the vortex of space at ninety miles
per hour. Trudging past the buffet of mixed messages circling the front
window of the vehicle: the advertisements for fizzing drink products or a
spectacular attraction at
 an upcoming exit. There’s just so much more
of a world out there on the open plains that any city-dweller, rushing
from malls to offices, apartment buildings to daycare centers, grocery stores
to cinemas, tends to avoid. Not once in life is there an opportunity of seeing a
clear, immaculate perception of that ominous horizon line hidden behind the
summits of buildings and tree branches. Not once in life have the clouds been painted
so delicately across the sky, leaving minute bursts of heavenly blue hue in certain  
areas. The road is out there. it may be a crooked, jagged, path, but it will never be forgotten.