Variations

1.

You are my highway —
lines in the night, my destination
ahead, my home, safety, warmth.

2.

You are the highway —
the road that goes one, splits,
shifts from blacktop to gravel
and back again…

3.

You are highway.  There —
path on sand, skein on rock:
binding a promised land. 

4.

Highway: made by hand
and filthy machines.  Black in rain,
slick as danger, the only way to go
these days…drive: we’ve got
miles left to cover, and we can talk anytime.