The trucks fly by at 120 per
Throwing up dust or mist
depending on the weather
It must seem strange to them
those hurtling through
emptiness
on way to something that matters
to see a man walking alone
walking with purpose
and determined direction
There are noises in the bush
sometimes gravity and sometimes wind
sometimes age and sometimes decriptude
sometimes something else
unknown and unseen
One day a noise followed me
for a mile or so
not sure exactly
I said
Out loud
I believe that there are Sasquatches
I don't believe that you are something to be feared
and in NO WAY
do I want to see you
You don't see the refuse
the garbage
When you race along Highway 6
in your car or truck
it looks pristine
in a blur
When you walk along the highway
it's all beer cans
Mostly Blue and Bud Light
Monster and Red Bull for the kids
Tim Horton's cups and a couple McCafe's
thrown out for good measure
I saw about a dozen deer
and no sign of moose
some bear scat and wolf shit
you know something's around
all the time in the bush
But a man feels safe on the road
this man made strip of civilization
you're still naked to the world
all alone
but you can cling to this line
of blacktop
like it will protect you from life
what a strange thing to believe
But it keeps my mind of the journey
one step at at time
walking down Highway 6
