The roadie

I started down this road early today

cup in hand and warmth in the belly.

Blindness quickly overcame me

but still I walk, oh yes,

I walk like the earth circles the sun—

I walk on.

None to guide me,

only noise and smell—

wind pushing me, rain washing ashes from my feet.

I know your face is in the world.

How will I find you, still as you are and

hidden in tall grasses?  How will I meet you?

I am listening for your little song. 

I am walking to you now.