Nomad
Yellow lines direct me home.
Though this concept to me is unkown.
The engine kicks and the radio plays.
Forever on this road for years and days.
No sight of life on the left or right.
No civilization in sight.
I see the sky turn from dawn to dusk.
Intoxicated and drunk from the morning’s musk.
This is my life, the life of a nomad.
Constantly searching for my own sacred land.
© 2014 Amber Kalkes
