Art, Writing, // April 14, 2014
With Zeno riding shotgun, we’ll never get there;
But forever divide in half the distance yet to go.
No is where I want to be;
Driving but never arriving.
The radio is playing Smetana’s Ma Vlast
And I pass a blue and white Kenworth.
The driver taps the steering wheel
As he navigates the Moldau.
But the highway is as much a river
as musical notes are a homeland.
Besides, he’s never heard of Smetana
And I’m halfway to nowhere.
Art: Dave Reinbold
Poem: James Reinbold