Wednesday, February 18, 2015

highway mantra

Wheels whistling
down four-lane blacktop,
moon reflects off some chrome.
Steady singing of pavement's angels
calmly reaches into my head, the drone
cradles my conscience like a mother.
Spent too many miles away
embracing anything but her, the whine
of my tires lulling me to
contemplate the earthly and divine,
wrestling 'round my thoughts 'til
they break away and combine
brilliance with the headlights
of the cars in the far lane.
Tiny moving towards,
gargantuan as they wane;
a Doppler effect of
deity and humanity
careening up the Interstate.
Remind myself to breathe the
hot night air to stay awake
as ever towards a destination
I drive.

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