His story unfolds on a dusty old road
Johnny traveled alone one clear morning
His journey was long so he kept his stride strong
Til the sun rose up over his head
The first stop he made was a seat in the shade
Where he stopped to admire the beauty
The critters all joked in the language they spoke
While the birds kept a watch from above
He gathered his pack and returned to his track
There were ten miles to cross before nightfall
Not part of his plan Johnny met a strange man
On a horse with a gun by his side
That’s when the man raised a book in his hand
And he told John it held his salvation
Caught by surprise Johnny squinted his eyes
And he asked the man what he had done
From up on his mount the strange man gave account
Of a god that makes death a beginning
Johnny paused for a while then he cracked a wide smile
Shrugged his shoulders and kept moving on
He scurried away then kept walking all day
’til his feet became tired from the footing
He found a safe place just beneath a rock face
As the shadows stretched over the ground
He drew from his pack a few sips and a snack
Rest his head and stared out at the sunset
He thought of the man with the book in his hand
’til he fell asleep under the stars
The townspeople said he woke up in his bed
Unaware how he finished his journey
He sat up confused and then strangely amused
Johnny laughed and fell flat on his back
The rest of that day not a word would he say
Of the mystery just outside his memory
What happened that night is a secret held tight
In a place only Johnny can know
– Rondym Kiefe