New Mexico I'm On My Way...

Riding the rails again
Is this a cowgirl poem?
Kinda sounds like one
'Cept my trusty steed
Is a gleaming worm of steel
Gliding thru the industrial complex
Of Lala land.

But still
Does every cowgirls journey
Through God's country
Past sunrises and sunsets
And tumbleweeds and prairie dogs
Start with an early morning coffee
And get - somethin-greasy-and-good-to - go - with - it run
And a friendly smile from a loved one
Who means well and is intrigued by the mystery of what exactly it is
I think I am doing?
And how does a cowgril explain
The lure of mud on the boots
The passing world
The rumble of the steed
And the movement
Of on and on and on.....

Were some folks just born to travel
Live the nomadic life of no home
Just as others, okay most, choose Hoboken
Or San Diego or Detroit
Or ABQ?

Riding flying moving
The contact rocking back and forth
Of the means of transport.

Is like how the ocean
Use to rock me to sleep
On that duck - ship
Bound for the Med
And how I felt
In a visceral way
That I had finally
Found my
Home.

Nikki Lyn Pugh (c) 2015