we drive for miles in opposite directions.

if you know where you’re going before
you get there, sometimes you’ll find yourself

lost. here: I will stop for you
to catch up, to find your way, to make sense

of these windings

in the road, the concrete and tarmac cutting out
through fields of wheat whose seeds

are moving on the wind, like us

reaching for the furthest point
in all possible ways, “whatever” means necessary.