Driving across Kansas

The first 4 poems are constructed from exit signs on I-70 across Kansas; the rest are thoughts on that same long, lonely, less than interesting trip.

Quickly the minutes- slowly the miles
Under a blue-lidded sky, stretches as wide as highway stretches in front of me
In my little prison
No one needs my company but of their's I wish
To the right, to the left- fields of corn and sunflowers carpet an endless plain
Endless- even mile markers are an unwelcome sight
Radio fuzzy, phone quieted- alone against my will.

Viviacious pioneers
Over empty
Discourage not
Anticipation of

Realized
Dreams.

Never breathe
Every
Second
Seems

Casually chaotic
Instead
Take a breath
You are able

Reach beyond my eye's talent
Into a part of the world I will never see
Green hazed contour
Air dusty and atmospherically tinted
Reserved for a few
Drive on the rest

You
only
care
every
moment.
I
Only
Need
To
Care.

Left too long
with reminiscences
leaves a girl astray.
My mind plants seeds surreal.
My thoughts grow a world incomprehensive.
Alone.
Realities run rampant.

In a physcial prison with anticipation of approaching spiritual freedom.

Steeples and silosRadio towers and water towersSorghum and sunflowersMiles of rows and miles of roadSky and field stretch from horizon to horizonPower lines and gas pumpers.