Maps in my Head

As I sit her in my truck,
adrift in a sagebrush sea,
a vivid image comes to me.

I see twisting turning roads,
dusty trails through the high-desert,
dark paths through sparse forests,
and around vast drifts.
Grueling and deadly, but very important and worthwhile.

I know it is a premonition of a dream,
a dream that will never come true.

And yet I'm excited,
because it is a premonition of a dream that somehow leads me to you.