Long Drive

Night clings. You sigh through the gears, wave-ride after-shocks, follow stretched-out beams into the first gray unveiling of the light The sky can now be seen shadowing itself. Clouds weep dry tears, and yet leave puddles around your eyes. A cloaked dawn squints, flickers weakly over the lower lid of a lifting horizon. A tepid sun has pastes itself onto the distance. So far, the road ahead has had a blind ability to avoid the Niagara’s or the Grand Canyons of trouble ahead. Just as well for your mind has been sleep-driving. The drunk rocking of a back axle warns you of a rift in the drift. You pull over for some eye squeezing moments. Feel the road still racing up and down your spine. Phone in hand your voice sounds hollow, as you explain how first light came late, and it is really slowing you down.