Journey to Chico

The ice blue atmosphere was cut by basaltic grandeur…
And there was our Maker 
The Rising Sun,

Squinting our eyes…
glare reminding me of my Long Journey on Earth,
and perhaps Alex of the long Journey ahead

Red tail lights temporarily interrupted the black endless river
Our shackles soon to be broken by the broad open highway
Our spirits would tack,
Our pistons grind with spit
Our internal combustion

Swept up in her expanse,
on the licorice ribbon,
onto Zion we marched

Bridges burned,
rivers crossed, our comet tail bright…illuminating
Infinity was Love,
and protecting…
our hungry Souls constantly fed
The Universe’s knowing Order,
Order always kept