Sweep over our cold hair,
And trees flicker by like uncertain sparklers.
Edelweiss and Abba caress our ears;
We steal half an hour of evening-time
To thrust ourselves into nature’s peace.
Silence is sweet, and our thoughts
Are subtle as we lean
Into the approaching darkness.
In the night,
We are free to be ourselves.
Afternoon’s sun shed light on our
In the night,
We are free to be ourselves.
Afternoon’s sun shed light on our
Shortcomings, but here—
In the car in the dark—
We relax as the moon’s blanket is draped
Over our shivering shoulders.
There is peace in hiding.
There is peace in releasing expectations
With a hissing breath that rolls off
In the car in the dark—
We relax as the moon’s blanket is draped
Over our shivering shoulders.
There is peace in hiding.
There is peace in releasing expectations
With a hissing breath that rolls off
The open windows into the fading road;
False pretenses disappear
False pretenses disappear
Into the tumbling exhaust.
Half an hour.
Enough time to empty our cups.
Not enough time to fill them back up.
3.19.19
Half an hour.
Enough time to empty our cups.
Not enough time to fill them back up.
3.19.19
