So I sit here

So I sit here in Arrivals

waiting for ideas:

hedged-in country roads, taking the poetic route,

meandering around drumlins, ponds, farms;

scarves of air-borne sand,

whole beaches streaming like signals pouring

out of short-wave radios;

arrogant jet trails whose firm purpose and direction

dissipate in lamentable short-term memory;

desert highways

where wisps of Merle Haggard

catch like wool on the roadside scrub;

ideas borne on words, carriages on wheels;

so I sit here in Ideas

waiting for arrivals.