Mississippi Moonlight

"I've dwelt beneath the Mississippi moonlight more times than I can recollect, tracing the stars with my fingers, making them connect. I've barreled down the Rockies heavy with steel; twisting and turning down steep slippery slopes, my hands tight on the wheel. I've climbed to the top of mountains by machine and by foot, perched on the mountains edge, wishing to stay put. I've had the lights of New York City glisten in my eyes, the countries biggest city yet no one heard my lonely sighs. I've wandered California's boardwalks drunk and alone, absorbing all I could, my destination unknown. I've felt the great Wyoming wind crash against my face, hitting so hard I was knocked me out of place. I've stood up high at the continental divide spreading ashes, remembering the day my father died. A great autumn gust came and picked up the dust, ashes of flesh and bone floating down to the valley below, in that moment I couldn't help but remember, you reap what you sew. I have crisscrossed this landscape more times than I care to reminisce, like an ember dancing in the wind, searching for bliss. One last trip. One last ride. Ignition; this time in stride."