As I Travel Down the Highway

I rest my head against the window

I'm a passenger in the car.

As the steady rain beats down against the window 

I listen to the tempo of every rain drop that raps the window

My gaze moves forward until it falls on the wipers. 

Back and forth, back and forth 

I follow their tempo almost hypnotically 

as we travel down the highway 

My gaze falls back to my window as it follows the edge of the road

further and further towards the unfamiliar 

I smile and long for the places I'll likely never be

Places I might never see again

A deep curiosity of every shop, restaurant, and house

Ones as unique as those back home

I dream of what it's like to live here, to stroll along these streets

My dreams end abruptly as we take our exit off the highway