Night Drive Home

Night drive home no cars behind or ahead the day had been satisfying victories, compromises, achievements half hour to home bubble of warm air and light moving toward it in my metal bubble toward my wife and children watch for patches of ice casually, not nervously maintaining velocity and analyzing Jim Hall's and Paul Desmond's Bewitched which way should I go back west past industrialized cities to spruce-fir forests then what? the same need for man-made implements, refreshments, even names they gave the rocks and trees. Not one thing or thought uniquely mine. Whether I am a visitor to my life or the actual owner, inside the bubble of air, water, blood that must not now slide off the road into time.