List Poem

Going Home

Miles of road passes beneath our wheels

like an unraveled roll of film.
It spans the route 

between here and there and

my side window plays a scene
from that old film being rewound.

Objects pass quickly through my lens--
familiar, distant sights: 

a rusty blue tractor, a muddy pasture,
a telephone pole,

an old, tied-out retriever, an abandoned sugar shack,

a nondescript convenience store,
a telephone pole,

another telephone pole,
a man and his wife walking along side the road,
children playing in a field,
their mother leaning outside of a red, side door
calling them inside for dinner.

a telephone pole. 

Miles of old footage spans the route

between here and there;

between the present and past.