Wanderlust Poem by Heidi K. Haskell

On days when the sun shines
And the sky's blue
And the wind's brisk, the engine whines,
For it wants to do what I want to do -
Forget about where I'm going,
Forget about job and obligation and surviving;
Point gold West, green East, warm South, or North snowing -
Chuck it all, shuck it all - just keep driving.
See how big the sky is in Wyoming
And if there's a diff 'tween North and South Dakota,
Fight every instinct I have towards homing.
Where they call it 'pop, ' stubbornly call it 'soda.'
Oh, I want to clean out my bank account,
Ignoring the bills that might be arriving,
Leave all my stuff, no matter the amount,
Screw it, just eschew it all - keep on driving.
Drive 'til the gas and the money are gone;
Start work, earn enough to move along once more.
When it suits me stay and, likewise, journey on;
Really know I've been from shore to shore.
Oh, how nice you are to remind me
Of duties, goals towards which I'm striving -
I'll listen. But if one day you can't find me,
I've - left the race, newer pace - kept on driving.