Sunday, February 7, 2010

North on I-380

fifty miles from home
the road is a gray pool
sliding ahead of my wheels

oncoming headlights like passing stars
the dark is a cocoon
her breathy hum sating the air

in my windowed shelter I glide
flowing like water
a single drop held by her voice

on repeat the song begins again and again
until the lights of home appear
an oasis from my lonely travels