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  • Writer's pictureHeather Kropf

These Roadside Wonders

While spending months in California earlier this year, I was able to write a handful of new songs. They were colored by views of palms and bougainvillea, sunshine and surf, far beyond the closed-in hills of Appalachia. Most of them will need a lot of editing, however the song The Wonder just sort of tumbled out and landed on its feet. It's always so weird and mysterious how some songs do that.

I consider it a diptych paired with Quiver from last month's post. Just add a hinge. I supposed it's not too early to confess I've been mulling over which songs to record for a new collection (EP or full length, haven't decided yet...) and these two rise to the top as contenders.

In honor of our recent super blue moon, I thought I'd share a live reel from Instagram if you'd like to have a listen -- the moon has a way of getting into many of my songs and this one doesn't break the habit.

The Wonder © 2023

Untethered from the life I knew

like footprints washed out in the waves

It's all here and now

Weathered by the waiting

A plane ascends into the blue, blue sky

I tried my best and never got that high

So I packed my things and said a few goodbyes

Now I'm reading highway signs

With no plan in sight

There's no getting used to silence

I learned that the hard way

If you reach out

like moonlight on the water

I will be here

washed out in the waves

Time means nothing to me anymore

Except I see this image in the mirror and I see just what it's done

Friends are static and I can't explain

I keep hoping to see you on the screen saying how it's been

You know, I think of you all the time

I see you name on street signs and grave stones with one letter changed

Watch the moon cycle in and out of shadow

The ground thaw and freeze

I drove by my old house and a I see the trees I planted there

There's not getting used to silence

Heaven knows I've tried

In uneasiness and wonder

All silence is sublime

If you reach out

like moonlight on the water

I will be here

washed out in the waves

In the spotlight

the universe applauds

In these dark nights

and highway desert days

The roadside wonders

This here and now, come and go

Did I choose this freedom?

Or my heart's devotion?

Or this tawny conversation with a canyon?


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