Raindrops settle on the windshield
Obscured by the flow of wipers.
A hazy mist hangs in the air
Over this lone stretch of highway.
 
A road seemingly to nowhere,
Never a car or house in sight.
Through a maze of valleys and hills,
It meanders along its path.
 
Once a lifeline to the small towns
Nestled between its bends and turns.
It is now a forgotten path
Amongst today’s modern highways.
 
Roadside parks where drivers once stopped
Are overgrown and unpleasant.
Once a haven for the weary, 
They stand forlorn and forgotten.
 
A tranquil beauty still exists
Driving on this road to nowhere.
One can travel at their own speed
Unbound by the needs of others.
 
There is no need for urgency
On this passage to redemption. 
This is a path of reflection.
A road that always leads us home.