She drives in the dark
all night,
thinkin' about it bein' time
to get it right.

She sits crumpled up
against the fence
in the day,
thinkin' it's time to burn
out the fence line demons
and pray,

Her role in life's drama
complete,
she feels the
boundaries of tormented
heat,

To all of the women
that have been in her
life, she wishes to say
something more than
thank you.

The images in her mind
are text vignettes that
the memories have been
selected by her work
done over the years.

She guesses the images
in her life's collection are
a recollection to what she
was really doing out there
most of the time.

She once knew a wizened
older, much older woman
who told about older times,
when the country and women
were more open and happy,
with fewer fences and gates to
slow a woman down.

She thinks that there seems to be
gates in our lives that some will
never be able to open, but her,
she has a place that is special, of
course, others see that place
differently.

Her images can never be taken
away from her.  You see, she
loves deeply enough, there is
a part of it within her to the end.

This is how she feels about this
place she calls Highway.  She'll
drive down the road for awhile and
think about where she's been and
where she's going.  That's why this
poem exists.

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman.