top of page
  • Writer's pictureAmy Frank

A Welcoming Road



Driving through the Rocky Mountains (2008)

For a while,

the condensation has sat like cotton

Above the mountain peaks.

I watch the landscape roll by

As we drive into the root of the Rockies.

They are rigid and mysterious mountains —

Teeming with life.

Unpredictable and dangerous.

I watch the concrete path as I ride,

it summons to guide me through the giants

From mighty cliffs to peaceful prairies

It summons to lead me into the heart

of the dirt, the rivers, and stones.

I trust the man made highway on each steep bend

as it courses like a river

through the mountains.

Little in my life can I say,

that I have a love for humanity.

But as my path pulsed on,

With the darkness drawing in the dusk

like a syringe,

Suddenly a light in the distance,

seemed friendly to me.

#Travel #Poetry

Recent Posts

See All

What do you want me to say? Do you want me to write about how the long grass dances in the breeze? How bees fly flower to flower with pollen on their feet? How the children giggle with dimples in thei

Deeper. Take me deeper. Take me to the darkest depths where the sunlight cannot reach. Take me down, Down, Down, Where the pressure squeezes me, Surrounding me in a salty chill, Heart pumping, Fins pr

I wrote this poem the other day. It's a bit intense and kinda came out of left field. It was based on some people from my past that someone in the present triggered memories of. This is How I love You

bottom of page