Old man on a porch
we traveled through the night
under stars and clouds
past smoke stack candles
and fields of automobiles
I see you on your rocker
from the back seat of a rental car
we slow but do not stop
"That old man, he's your grandfather"
I wave to him within my heart
my mind records the scene
the question remains
why did we not stop?

A child without history
wanders aimlessly in a target field