A thousand miles done.
Let's get us off this bus.
My cheek against the dirty window
to curb the heat, I watch
snow-floored Wyoming hills go past
in dead wind farms and power lines.
You remark on a cloud-veiled sun
bare as a morning moon.
Did you sleep since we last stopped?
I nod my head and stretch my arms.
Did you dream? You kiss my beard
and polish at my collar bone.
The other sky is clean and liquid
blue. So blue it stains
the Laramie peaks
blue like hands dipped in a toilet tank.
The sun glows in the clouds
like a soul inside a tree.
Touch my bones. They're my estate.
I once dreamed a Second Coming.
All the stars were shaken free,
and I knew I'd see you soon.
Like how you knew I'd find your name
for that bright morning we had juice.
How you trust the love in me
when it took so long to say.
I see two towers of smoke embraced
like re-met lovers out in heaven.
I can be so hard to know,
but my heart is in your care.
A thousand miles left.
We're only halfway home.