to take that road that leads to “where?”
and see what they are keeping there.
At roadside diners to share a yarn.
To investigate that leaning barn.
A tour or cruise or packaged deal
does not account for how I feel.
They’re too much like our daily life––
alarm clocks, deadlines, schedules, strife.
Serendipity is what sates
while schedule just regulates.
In short, when going over yonder,
I prefer to merely wander.
n response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Trains, Planes, and Automobiles.”You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, or car? (Or something else entirely — bike? Hot air balloon?)