Where I Want to Be

The road
begins near Crescent street
follows the power line
to the outskirts of town,
crosses old highway 36,
runs forever along a dry wash,
turns right where
a small wooden bridge
carries it over
the empty stream bed,
rolls a short distance
before an open plain,
bends, almost doubling back
on itself, meanders through
a chest high field of corn,
chugs up a small rise
and ends at your front gate.