Spanish Highways

I heard you haunting me.
I heard my past,
And the wind wanting me.
I left at last.

I hummed to heaven
With little to lose
Walking and watching
My brown leather shoes,

Along Spanish highways,
Too tired not to smile.
Orchards of olives
Draped mile after mile.

At the side of the road,
With my scarf and my tie,
And my feet growing cold,
As the sun lost the sky,

I trembled silently,
Frightened and free.
I slept on Christmas Eve
Under a tree.

I saw the moon
In the dark and cold sky.
I spoke too soon,
And the feeling flew by.

I lay alone
On the cold orchard ground,
Solid like stone…
As my world turned around.

I gathered dew
From the cold morning grass.
I thought of you,
And I let the thought pass.

Sometimes I dreamed
I might finally find you,
Far as you seemed,
At least to remind you.

At the side of the road,
With my scarf and my tie,
And my feet growing cold
And my heart in the sky.

At the side of my life,
With my famine and fear,
And my eyes on my knife,
As the future grew near;

With my feet in a stream
Of water and scars,
Living a dream
And sleeping in cars,

I sang of sadness and
Traveling shoes,
Murmuring mystery,
Singing the blues.

Next to a gas pump,
I sat and cried,
On the wrong highway,
Wanting a ride.

Maybe the music that
Lives in your voice
Fell back inside me and
I had a choice.

I turned and fled my fears.
I found the feeling.
I chose to work for years
Under a ceiling.

I found a scarf lying
Black on the pavement.
I found a tie after
Years of enslavement.

I put my scarf away
Under a bed.
I chose to learn, and stay…
And my heart bled.

Sometimes I stand by the
Window at night,
Watching the highway stretch
Out of my sight.

And the wind watches me
Lingering at last.
I sing the songs you see
Inside my past.

And the breeze breathes across;
Tickles my face;
Whispers, reminds me that
One day, someplace,

I’ll stand with you again
In your heart’s heat.
…I’ll feel the highway stretch
Under my feet.

– Written by Anna Williams at age 21

About Anna

Anna Vera Williams is a poet, a photographer, a blogger, and a webmaster. She is the webmaster of Poems, Poets, & Poetry, which provides poetry resources and allows other poets to showcase their work. Her photographs can be found at Anna Vera's Photography, and her books and photos can be purchased at Lulu.com.

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One Response to “Spanish Highways”

  1. manystories Says:

    Spanish Highways is one of my favorites. I still get some tears and a lump in my throat. I don’t know if the emotional impact comes only from the poem or partly from knowing Anna and what she was doing at the time. I do love to read this over, from time to time.

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