from my seat i see the fields move by,
coulours strong- it’s been a long, long time.
it’s the first time i see summer on the westhill.
i lean back and let my eyes just go
floating now where they want to float.
they seem to take to the horizon.
now i know there is a world beyond
the small place i was coming from.
i feel at home here in the middle of nowhere.
i will never know the names
of these places that i travel through
to reach the coastline-
i’ve been told i will be there in time.
let there be no storm on the crossing below