- Kaelan Brown
Blinking In The Spaces On The Roads Of America
By Kaelan Brown
There’s friction between the lines.
Light poles trail beside me.
Through glass I see the rhythm,
fingers snap to signal time.
I am cutting through the night
Like silver knives to evening shadow.
Head to glass, my fluttered eyes
blink between the crash and sign.
Motion divides the beat.
From my seat to skyline. The tie
That hangs the mind over the grave,
Mother earth reaching her child.
How connected we all seem
Even when passing by
Nature’s pets I saw collide
Counting steps to reach the side.
On this ever growing mile
Passing by another boy
with his eyes still wide awake.
The crescendo as the minutes fall
And head, bruised from spotty parts
I count the steps to sheets
And in my dreams I count the stars.