Road: 2003_Pastel1 by Carol Hershey

8/24/08_2003_Pastel1_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo

This road I'm on
Has messages etched in the dirt,
A secret language scratched with blue chalk.
What does it say?
It's like a symbol in a dream,
So certainly important, so vivid,
And yet, meaningless when awake.
This language is comforting, but
Untranslatable.
How did I get here?
I know:
My love of blue,
And puzzle decoding.
I look up and notice the orange sweep
Of rainbow in the night.
Gorgeous.
Then my eyes return
To the blue etchings, and onward
I shuffle.