You're navigating the wilderness we call a society. Your family or your church turned their back on you. Or your car broke down. Or your guitar did. Everyone witnesses storms, everyone splits. Time flies by. Seasons grow and change, and then they die. Along a long-forgotten highway, tires drift. You haven't seen your partner because they're picking up extra shifts. You dream about another world because this one doesn't fit. When it's your turn, will you sigh or cry or shout into the sky: This can't be all there is. 27 poems, 27 narrators. It's a big world, and this is what they saw in it. What will you see?
