The state of California

Is 1040 miles long

And most of that

Is nothing at all

 

Empty grassland

Grazing cattle

Sloping hills

Varying shades of yellow and brown

 

At eighty miles per hour

It is a blur

Several hours long

 

It is easy for a mind to wander

Lost in the endless waving grass

Grabbed only by the occasional landmark

Or a fellow lonely traveler

Courting death at 110 miles per hour

 

If you die in the in between,

Do you just keep driving forever?

If Dante saw the Interstate

Would he recognize Purgatory?