Mile Upon Mile of a Fossil Fueled Asphalt Road
by John G. Evans © 2020
Mirage upon steam-fed mirage gather distance to nowhere; that is, except within my frenzied mind of no-more tolerance.
The terror strikes here. A mind mingled with stone from too many years I’d spent alone.
But rhyme has no closeness here. My heart; frozen. Death but a thought away.
I know, I’ve tried.
Emptied of a half-century; or more…memories, memories of crawling beneath the steeled cage…
Razor-tipped wire, and combat settings, yet, no military award here…didn’t expect one; but only a chance to survive.
A redness of blood fuses with rock and dirt. A shattering of my cervical spine; a detonating report from the dirt-covered mound of TNT.
Is this my time?
No, it was not, grateful to have had time to learn to listen…prayer is the answer to life’s longing.
This mysterious acceptance delivers me not into enemy hands but into a loving embrace of divine Reality.
Grateful for this journey; within it lay ambiguity without the trust, faith, and courage.
But rest assured; there is life through acceptance, even Mile Upon Mile of a Fossil Fueled Asphalt Road.