© S Billups
this road is engulfed in mist
so dense I may have to pull over for a while
face the fear of defenselessness
and have to make peace
with the consequences
I stay calm and check the mirrors
already planning escape
should the road suddenly vanish
I realize it was gone
miles ago
and I’ve been grinding the gears over gravel
too much damage
for the mechanic to fix
in the short time I have left
carry on
watch the mist come and go
sometimes I see the horizon, so far away
1 comment:
The motif in your poem is impeccable. The connection is minimal, but the sequence--the road, fear, peace, horizon--provides the main theme. Thank you for posting.
Dum Spiro Spero
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