Travel

 

You could learn a lesson from clouds—
so willing to travel with the wind.
You could learn a lesson from highways
threading through the West like questions
asking themselves endlessly. You could follow
one road those nights when the moon brightens
the sky, rising above the tilt of the earth,
shining the sun’s light onto boulders
strewn beneath the clouds. This is when
you can almost hear the stars wheeling
in their precise silence. This is when
you believe you could stand on a balcony
in the sky and see everything.

originally appeared in Poetry While You Wait 2011