Distant Gravel

A road that leads well into dusty wood

Cutting swaths, wilderness trails, speak quiet

While auto engines tear through the forest.

We are human that desecrate with lewd

Gestures, stealing timber, Nature’s regret,

All for jealous moments of peaceful rest,

Tall evergreens and maples give us pause.

In life, we choose to reckon with some god,

An everlasting spirited mecca,

We covet the soil we value the applause,

When told this sweet land we all want to laud.

Yet, we know lives some lying Rebekah …

Up ahead a dusty road we travel

Seek solace, careful to not unravel