Horizon heaves ahead, unfurls itself
like a banner.
Sky whorls blue promises, green fields
alight with anticipation.
Height is a new perspective, perspective
a green light.
Purpose revved, mind an accelerator.
From here, I can see for miles, I can see miles
rescind past, rebuild future, tally up
Feel the engine of my heart purr into
as birds try out new wings alongside,
choppy helicopter propellers aflutter.
Road is a map. Road is a rolling story
of never-ending motion, a pledge
of forwards, a surge towards it
in yellow sprints.
At no fixed point does my soul reside;
wind in my wings, there is always
somewhere I will harken after.