Destination unknown

Wheels pointed North

Gravel beneath your feet

Heat of the sun reflected upon a silty run

You brought no gun, just desire.

The rough ruts and gravitational sand.

Your world is in control in the grip of your hand.

Vibrations and tribulations, you’re happy to be there.

Where? You don’t really care.

Staring in the distance of the unaware.

Slow is smooth, smooth is fast, god help your soul if you get passed.

Tires praying for traction, and that requires action.

Flowing or fouled, there is satisfaction.