"Hitcher" by Keith Basar

As I stand alone on an open highway, 

a cool breeze wisps against a single descending tear,

as an accordion exhaling its final sound. 

Emptiness weakens and overwhelms me,

like molten lava being drawn gravitationally

to its climactic end.


Gazing out towards a spectral horizon, 

imagination extracts me

of all sensibility and perspective. 

What is whispered within is the mystery of a masters brush. 


Clouds rest their weary bottoms on rocky plateaus 

appearing like chairs crafted from impenetrable stone. 

Particles swirl in multiple directions  

creating dancing dust-devils in movie-like animation. 

I'm awed by the wily wink of these wonders

For this day, mystery besets me 

and silence engulfs my tender heart.

I feel so small  

as if a minute spec of dust 

unknowingly placed somewhere in the cosmos.

Alone... so very alone.


I am a captive to the lines of this interstate.

And strangely, I sense an illustrative and profound Presence: 

incomprehensible, unnerving and unknowable.

I’m drawn to it's shapeless shadow;

just one dance, if I could.

And I get so very close. 


Though maimed by years of crooked blindness

I unquestionably glimpse the shadow’s formless Presence ; 

though chilled by what feels like eons of self-doubt, 

I now sense an alluring eye observing me.


One tear becomes many, 

and like the ever expanding nature of constellations in the cosmos,

they flow.

I sense my end and beginning mystically fuzing into one.

As I yield to this all-encompassing specter,

like dew vaporizing into morning light,

my existence reaches its final stay.

For my undoing is upon me

and "I," without thought, am no more.


What remains of me is the road itself, 

simple, solitary and paradoxical.


© 2018 Keith Basar All Rights Reserved

Previous
Previous

"The Prayer of St. Francis"

Next
Next

“Spirituality, Art and Healing” by Tamera.org