Poem

It’s always nice on a dirt road.
Windows down-

As strong wind pushes leaves into song-
pebbles pop and grind.

In the middle of summer the foliage
is think and the sun finds difficulty
making it to the ground.
You drive through streaking moments
of blinding light and back into the
shadows- repeatedly, like a drumbeat.

It’s easy to be lulled into salvation if the
road it long enough and the mountain
deep enough- each bend brings
another world, each world a new beginning.

-at least a new thought, if a new world isn’t
easily accepted. But then again, that’s an
individual mindset- one meant for unending
growth, another for a self-inflicted stockade.

For me though, I crave each curve-

It’s always nice on a dirt road.

-M. Taggart

20 thoughts on “Poem

  1. This description was so powerful for me

    “You drive through streaking moments
    of blinding light and back into the
    shadows- repeatedly, like a drumbeat.

    It’s easy to be lulled into salvation if the
    road it long enough and the mountain
    deep enough- each bend brings
    another world, each world a new beginning.”

    Wonderful, thank you

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  2. I love this one, Matt! I live out a long dirt road (of course) so I totally get this. Out past my place the road goes on for miles and miles and miles. You can’t drive very fast but ohhhh it’s beautiful…. And then it just ends.

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