How, when the long road’s unwinding,
And the wind whistles as you drive,
Your eyes are free to wander, wider
Than the road ahead, and your mind
Travels beyond the narrow parallel to
Distant points of focus and you drift,
Mindful, as you are that you navigate
Only by your knowing and sift, sort
Weigh, pause and replay as the world turns
To your thinking. And still the long road
Unwinds over your shoulder even as
It gathers under your wheels and the wind
As you speed through it, whistles as you
Are drawn more deeply from the point
Of your arrival until you depart, certain
Only, in all your journeying, that the long
Road unwinds and keeps on unwinding,
Until the wind no longer whistles in your ear.