Where are you going? they ask.
Where is this trip to?
Where did you go yesterday?
Where are you going tomorrow?
There always is a destination, of course,
a goal,
a theme,
a conference,
a wedding,
friends to visit,
a train ride …
Yet, it’s not so much the where that matters,
as what will I see and do on the way?
Not just a camel statue in the Manitoba desert dunes,
the pile of salt by the highway in Chaplin, Saskatchewan,
the ferries in British Columbia,
but the deer along the roadside,
flicking their ears as Sallie barks wildly,
the sun ricocheting off the wave tips
on a northern lake,
at least seventeen shades of green
on the Colorado prairie,
a campground neighbor walking her cat,
day upon day of distant sunsets,
each uniquely Hand-crafted,
a cow moose by the road,
a dog trotting along,
focused on his mission,
fields of horses, cattle, sheep,
goats, burros, llamas,
kind people,
funny people,
lonely people,
a new vista
at the crest of every hill
and around every curve.
Where are you going?
Oh, it’s not the where!
It’s the going!