Roads

As I travel
this thread of asphalt
I wonder
at its convenience
and simplistic beauty
in a pocket out of time
I traverse the distance
to my destination.

And beyond
this small track
between Chicago Illinois
and Madison Wisconsin
I think of all the miles and roads
that continue
stretching to other cities
and forgotten towns
and sleepy nooks,
of this continent
and the one below
all connected
by lines of pavement
carved out
by ingenuity and sweat.

The complaint of traffic
seems myopic
given the freedom
accorded by the Road.