356/365: Winter Drives Through the Country At Night
This highway dusted over
with disintegrated ribbons of driest snow
sidewinding through scrubby ditch grass,
up and over frost-weathered creases
strung black through asphalt
that made our tires thunk ka-thunk,
turning the car into an imagined train through the dark,
our journey safer over rails
than through this compulsory vigilance
for brilliant marbles flashing roadside,
animal eyes hovering through the black
with threats to make the leap.
They never know how or why
we pray for mercy.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.