Seventeen dreaming

January 10, 2012

Seventeen dreaming

I love

driving at night

on the highway

when no one else is around

and it’s so quiet

that I can hear

everything. 

I can feel

the quiet compression

of the pedals

under my feet,

and the road reaches

and reaches and reaches,

as if stretching tight limbs,

white parallel lines

yawning on

forever. 

The needle

on the speedometer

glides up

to sixty miles per hour,

and hovers:

a small, slender,

silent bird. 

The world ahead of me

breathes

in the darkness,

a warm lake of night sky

that never ends.