Road Trip, Part 1 (What You Listened To Before You Were Born)

Nostalgic for a time and place that has never been,
you are lying in the back seat, idly gazing out
at the grey metal skies, and the road signs
all read backwards along the interstate,
but who cares — it is all passing,
like a thought, like a memory.

It might be a Sunday afternoon, it might even be
that time that never really was, except there is this feeling,
a sensation of traveling without moving, a kind of dreamy loop
that will never break out of itself, never be more than it is.

Still, there is a vague comfort in the nondescript monotony,
a warm atmospheric embrace, like what we all listened to
before we were born, before we made any tenuous decision
to assume some form — just that hypnotic serenade of tires
gliding along the highway, a lullaby of mechanical sighs,
without any meaning or necessity except what it is,
and not really wanting it to be otherwise.



About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Poetry and Prosetry: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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5 Responses to Road Trip, Part 1 (What You Listened To Before You Were Born)

  1. Christine says:

    Oh Bob…
    The Hush of the Mystery… Monotony?… How could the Rhythm of the Universe ever be monotony? Indeed such comfort and aliveness knowing that we have found ourselves gliding through the universe, knowing we are involved in something far bigger than ourselves. And even when “awake” still partially asleep to the Reality that is, numbed into a state or permanent drowsiness… sigh… I love the music by the way… ❤

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