Towing Enlightenment

You asked me yesterday if I remember
That long drive on Highway 65;
how we stalled at the side
of that stretch,
trailing love like a wiser man's finger
in the dust along troughs in the bread basket.

How the world was so large in that vast, empty place
Of growing;
and yet we could see the entirety of its circumference
in the horizon that encircled us.

By standing still, we could feel the ground moving,
the Earth's rotation in its path across the stars,
and as we felt how small we were
This world felt smaller with us,

And you asked me,
What if the car battery hadn't died?
What would happen to us, to this moment
if we began to move again?

In the stillness, I had forgotten how to speak.
So here is your answer now
- I'm sorry that it's belated,
but you know how I am with these things.

This is your answer, three years too late for apologies.
This is what happens when you tow enlightenment away
with a parched Toyota in the middle of the prairies.
Why are you even surprised?

Reviews

[Lyndy]

Nice poem, very meaningful too. :D

[Gabrielle Linch]

This is beautiful. I love it so much.