I drove across the mountains,
not for the first time,
but for the first time in a long time.
As I watched
the landscape changed
with the altitude,
then I descended
back down
to the other side.
I watched
as the surroundings
reverted
to wilderness;
it seemed both familiar
and foreign.
I once haunted
this half of the state…
reluctantly.
Now I was coming back,
just for my own entertainment.
Still, I had to pause
at a trailer-park
where once lived,
wondering;
“How was it, I ever sustained myself
in this miserable little corner
of the world?”
Children were playing
where once I worried
about money,
paychecks,
bills,
and the day-to-day.
Then I continued
to the hotel I had booked,
and the concert
that had brought me
east.
I would go on to have
an awesome night…
but for those kids
(back at the trailer park)
tomorrow
would just be tomorrow,
but I
would return
home.
How is this
progress?