The Road Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

24 hours
alone with myself
the road goes on and on

24 hours
in my own space
exemption rides along

24 hours
eternity breached
its imagery returns

24 hours
tomorrow today
whose light forever burns

24 hours
becoming undone
the parts fall back in place

24 hours
the wind at my back
withdrawing from the race

24 hours
a voice calls my name
in birth year reverie

24 hours
my soul to reclaim
in what was meant to be

24 hours
Kerouac damned
a false reflection shown

24 hours
each road sign that calls
direction out on loan

24 hours
the moment reframed
once lost but now refound

24 hours
24 lifetimes
—inward outward bound

(Dreamsleep: June,2023)