reaching the clouds

They point up to the cloudless blue sea-
imperfect symbols of desert
flying by amidst not much else.
To be left standing
under the midday sun.
And we were halfway to Tucson,
as if it really mattered.
They say it's about a journey, not a destination
but journey without destination leaves you in one spot
that you'll never pass without leaving.
And we found ourselves still only halfway there-
when we starting reaching the clouds.