Alone on Idaho I-84
In the east the high desert clouds
come and go in great waves
of pink and gray with splashes
of yellow at their edges.
Rolling in a silent progression,
the sound of the freeway
not to distant replaces the roar
consistent with the Pacific Oceans crash,
which is what I am more familiar with,
and where I want to take you.
Higher in the sky and farther away
the silver moon reflects the sun
now dipping below the western horizon.
I think of you at home alone,
as I rest on the hood of my car
taking in the scene before me.
A beauty that most are content to ignore
or simply notice in passing
through the front window in this dusty land.
I sit quietly at this exit and take it all in,
nursing a melancholy
that saturates my life
when I am apart from you
My one time lover.