I move on a road long past regret
the horizon flat against the sky.
My tires fly unencumbered;
I bend to each curve without slowing.
I have paid my tolls:
the last exit miles behind
some sad gravely past I came through
rolling on;
the engine lulls dully in the back of my
ear;
the light unnoticed
until the flick of the automatic
headlights.
I nod,
my legs thick from inaction,
the creeping heat of the radiator;
My heavy chest,
the trees a dark blur in the window—
the longest blink—
I nod,
a soft remembrance in my throat.
My road lies forth, my exit long gone
I wonder where I wake.