Aren’t we all
in a sense..
in a way..
here today
but tomorrow
already away?

Gone with
The Wind,
set astray..
Only God knows
of where it may
blow.

Might it be
to the top of
The Mountain
whose summits
are covered
with snow?

Will we find
each other
at its peak?
I cannot say.
But at this
truck stop
of our lives..
I’m here
for you
today.