Long Drive From Yesterday
The hours have been driving me,
I almost miss the exit ramp,
I wake, I sleep.
This kind of waking and sleeping
is controlled by a ghost in my head.
Now I am eyes on the corners
where the flickering sky
swings between trees,
my feet juggling over
the low flying road,
hands winding and unwinding
on a tugging wheel.
This country road I know well, but the
fading day wants to paint me out
of a map it has redrawn.
The hours have gone,
they are melting back to Florida
to sleep with the manatee.
I am left here
grinding through the gears
swinging in a hammock of
slow and fast moments.
The driveway dives out
of a side-show hedgerow.
Car-parts shake themselves into silence.
Benumbed bones lag behind my heart.
I step out of the car
crunching on my own limbs.
The engine ticks in a white-hot daze.
Windows watch me curiously
as my stranger self
enters a place it calls home.
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