(Some of these short poems see Creation as if through a child’s eyes. Some of them suggest a more mature view of the Creator. A few of them even reflect the long perspective of age. Most are not intended to be Scriptural, sometimes not even spiritual. Yet they may give your spirits a lift: By the middle of the week, who doesn’t need a chuckle or a changed outlook?)
  §  Interstates make pavement ribbons,
crossing miles from Home to There,
threading through the rocky ridges,
leading on to Anywhere.
   § Interstates sometimes seem boring –
scenery that looks the same,
every stop like every other,
every city just a name.
   § Interstates bring evening swimming,
ice machines, and great big beds –
stretching out to watch a movie,
pillows propping dampish heads.
   § Interstates have happy endings,
past that final cloverleaf:
Theme parks, kinfolks, mountains, beaches,
snorkeling near a sunlit reef.
Copyright © 2016 by Perry Thomas

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