salvation

pacing across blacktop
noise in my head
heart pounding out of my chest
chewing on bottom lip
I stare at the bright blue sky
and wonder
I’m far from home
no salt on my lips
sweet salvation miles away
can new salvation breed
from wonder and question?
a new path may bring
hearth and home
or simple circumstance may rule

pacing across blacktop
noise is external
coming closer
skin feeling every sensation
the blue sky brings the answer
to the question at last