gotten dizzy
from boomerang motion
on this road,
welcoming me like a
prodigal sun
shining bright over
endless plains ahead of me,
the continent as a hammock
strung out (like me) between
two lonesome seas,
sagging and dragging under
the weight of the highway
and the hearts trapped,
stuck motionless in the
spider web tapestry of
unlikely trajectories, silver
rainbows and repeating legends