Subjects of the Long Road
King Llanza
Passenger: The one who leaves takes the bus,
pulling from the light in his eyes
a better chance at life
in the bustle of the big city.
In the bustle of the big city,
a better chance at life
is pulled from the light in his eyes.
He takes the bus to promise return.
Power Lines: Musical staves, freeform, like jazz
playing to the pace set by traffic.
Sparse, sometimes dotted
with birds perching a while
as notes, just like the ones
they carry within themselves,
just like the humming copper
sending electricity,
sending power to spaces we call
home, an ensemble of
unlikely instruments.
Landscapes: Houses line the roadside.
Behind them, a plain or
a rice field or
the earth, void of greenery.
Then intersections into mysteries,
passing as fast as a blink of an eye.
Standing at bus stops are
passengers waiting
to become passengers.
Houses: One out of ten houses will have
one open window, unfolding
a story that ends with a breeze.
The breeze pushes a paper, blank,
from table to floor.
It gets stepped on.
Road: Interconnected neurons.
We are but a small thought
within a larger mind in transit.
