And I drove

Across lands of asphalt and places of trees. Where landscapes were made by man and to places men seldom see except in movies and in dreams. I drove to an ocean surrounded by a city and to a city surrounded by a long dead sea. I played in fields where my ancestors were slain and stargazed at the sky to which they'd prayed.

I drove to a mountain where the snow never leaves--then back down to the desert of the Joshua Tree.

And I drove because all my dreams were wrapped up in being someplace where I wasn't and seeing things I've never seen before or since. I drove to the edge of sanity and ended on the brink of reality. I drove in the day just to see the light and kept on driving in anticipation of the night.

I drove and drove. And when the wind wasn't whipping my hair and my hands weren't on the wheel, I flew.

In my mind

I soared.