the journey is new to me,
to a place I have not been,
yet the first few miles from home
are familiar,
are often traveled,
but this route reaches beyond the familiar
to a place I have not been.
and the black, rain wet asphalt
ribbons around urban and slices the rural
and crosses the rivers where
darkness envelopes the marsh
and with each mile in my past
the mysteries of my journey grows.
a stretch of road traveled by all,
a singular journey common to all,
with each step
new each time.