Watching miles…

Tha pandemic is still going, though we see a glimmer of hope in the future. The U.S. government political situation is unstable at best. The new year has come and now we are in 2021, but there are miles to go yet. Even if we see the finish line, this is a marathon and there is still a ways to go, whether we are running the miles, walking them, driving them, skipping through them, tiptoeing, dancing, prancing, loving, hating, whatever, there are miles to go still.

What are you watching in these miles that go by, in the hours, in the days?

Today’s prompt is simple, it is about being in the now, it is about orienting yourself to where you are, what you see, what you smell, what you taste, what you hope for what you dream of, your goals, your fears, your comforts.


Begin with, “I am watching miles of….” and continue from there. What are you watching miles of? And maybe you write how you feel.

It might be, “I watch miles of….”


“watching miles of…, I…”

Just use the phrase “watching miles of…” and write from there. What do you get?

Use all 5 senses. See if you can include a thing that brings you comfort and maybe one that scares you.

If you get stuck, begin again with “watching miles of” or “I am watching miles of…”


I am watching miles of masks strewn across the highway. Miles of them, discarded, like they hold no memory of all the moments we smiled at people behind them and they could only imagine our smile through the wrinkles around our eyes.

I am watching miles of people holding hands, not six feet apart, but gathered together, all of us holding onto each other, mouthing we love each other as if we had nothing else to say.

I am watching miles of air go by, clouds above me, rain coming across the desert sky, sheets of it moving toward me. This is the air we breathe, the same air, shared, smelling of wet dirt and the morning’s sunshine.

I am watching miles of Earth before me, land I love, with all of its flowering plants, all of its laughing people, the tastes of tacos and rice and tofu, and peanut butter, and chocolate, and the smell of rose and clove and eucalyptus.

I am watching myself in each mile, remembering the way back to me.

Just have fun with it.

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Take care! Be well! There’s still miles to go, so let’s write and enjoy them!


Published by lizawolfffrancis

Liza Wolff-Francis is a poet and writer with an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Goddard College who is proud to have served two terms as a member of the Albuquerque Poet Laureate Program’s Selection Committee. She was co-director for the 2014 Austin International Poetry Festival and a member of the 2008 Albuquerque Poetry Slam Team. She has an ekphrastic poem posted in Austin’s Blanton Art Museum by El Anatsui’s sculpture “Seepage” and her work has most recently appeared in Steam Ticket, eMerge, Minute Magazine, Weaving the Terrain: 100 Word Southwestern Poems, Bearing the Mask: Southwestern Persona Poems, Poetic Routes, Poetry Pacific, Edge, and on various blogs. She has a chapbook out called Language of Crossing (2015, Swimming with Elephant Publications), which is a collection of poems about the Mexico- U.S. border. She loves breakfast food, popcorn and dark chocolate.

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