Clouds float above a country road
creating a shadow plane,
blinds to heaven.
I race to catch the sun again
never knowing if I will escape
from this dull grasp.
When I emerge
I see the next shadow looming
I forget the thought of it. I will
enjoy, bask, and cling to the light that is now.
My car door vibrates
as a verse is stretched through its
speaker.
Its beauty veiled by torn melodies.
It dies as everything must.
I remember where I'm going
(only for a brief moment)
as the shadow finds me again
I press my bare foot to the gas
knowing that if there are shadows
there must be light somewhere.