Interstate Driver

Copper-colored lightning
bangs against cast iron cloudsFat family caravans
saunter lazily across the lanes

Quickening, sprinkles become drops
Drops become showers
Showers become downpours
And the roadway disappears

Raging 18-wheelers
jockey for positions in a race

Tiny cars like this one
await imminent demise as they cautiously drive

I-94 swings
like a ribbon in my daughter’s hair

Memories intersect
On ramps, off ramps to the past
Lead me to dream of a future
And the roadway disappears

Pulling into town, directions followed
I like a drug runner make the drop and fly away

A long drive to return to things I’ve always know
but will never see the same again.

Published by Adam

For almost two decades, Adam F. C. Fletcher has led international outreach focused on engaging people successfully. Working with thousands of youth-serving nonprofits, K-12 schools, government agencies, international NGOs and other organizations around the world, his work spans the fields of education, public health, economic development and social services, and includes professional development, public speaking, publishing, social media and more. He founded the Freechild Institute for Youth Engagement, SoundOut and CommonAction, as well as writing more than 50 publications and 500 articles. He has also established 150-plus community empowerment projects.

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