"The Beginning of the Road or Its End"

        The cloud curls like a babe in the womb.

I can make out a face, half shut eyes, the cloud even trails away like an umbilical cord.

The miles roll away: chewing up the distance that separates us.

The miles roll away: the bus skipping over every speed bump that life has to offer.

The miles roll away: as I feel something stirring inside, one more speed bump.
I am bringing you a present; I pray it's something you want as much as I do.

Originally published in Crab Fat Journal July 12, 2015         http://crabfatmagazine.com/2015/07/the-beginning-of-the-road-or-its-end/