Dreaming Time or Mythic Time and Space

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Time expands and contracts in a dream
Of pink and purple mountain roads,
Plains roads,
Dusty roads,
Through a blue fog
From Santa Fe to Fort Worth,
Through mythic time and space.
Chile ristras turn to tumble weeds
Rolling across highways.
Terrain morphs over time,
Mountains-hills-ragged lands,
Molded by eternal hands over time.
The land holds stories,
Some lost forever, some still told,
Some requiring no voice,
Some carried by the wind,
Some told around a fire,
Stories of mythic place and time.
Hours go by in seconds,
And my head lifts from a pillow.
Dreams from the backseat
As we hit Fort Worth streets.