Effectual Nomad

Sometimes
Late at night
When the world appears to be still
I step outside
Shut my eyes
And listen

A vehicle in the distance

The treads of its tires
Grip the road
The sound communicates a journey
Not so much about where it’s going
But about where it’s been

The night is cool and comforting
A welcome quilt for the stars
And the weary traveler.