189. 518 Miles
trip doesn’t have a measure
but a fall
comes of it
cold in the way of an apple
(is crisp)
too much road
to hold back the sky
from Schenectady
head first east
to Albany
ducking south
and down
word in my ear
the way along
word in my mouth
back to it
sun in my eyes
instead of vision
(“we have a visor for that”)
in my ear, words
in my mouth, words
mouthwards and
earwards and south
a drop
a swoop
a constriction
at the Tappan Zee
bridge big enough
to keep the sea from us
southward
downward
carward
wake tired to
drive tired to
arrive tired to
be tired
at least there is sunlight
eventually
the Whitestone
the Island
(the Island)
the pattern of
shadow and
light is enough
the pattern of
shadow and
light is enough
for my travels
for my day
the scent of sunlight
leaving by three
& avoiding traffic
though I am merely a small piece of traffic moving along
north and north
but west and
finally into
what darkness
lies between
the mountain and
the mountain
beside it
I am part of that darkness
shadow through lightless night
through 100 miles
and more and west
toward but never to
my birthplace beside
another ocean afar
and a far way off
the car as a weight of night
unlight in place of sunlight
such little music
that comes from
such a dark and
driving place a
car might pass
through on the
way to somewhere
beyond sleep
what is the whether like out there?
who is the wender out there?
motion
replaces
action
getting to
becomes
the final
goal to be
precious how a night
comforts with the
closeness of cold
comforth
I drive
it is a process of continuing
of continuing
at Binghamton and a right turn north
;
tree lit from its base
light into the leafless branches
the tree is flattened by light against continuous night
it is now fan coral
in a sea of night
and I am swimming home but not homeward
north
and north
again
turning west
through darker forms of night
and the road that disappears into them
my sense is that I am floating
within this sea of night
flotsam against the jet
and I might get
and I may have got
through Amber
to Auburn
so what color is the flowing hair of the evening?
but a fall
comes of it
cold in the way of an apple
(is crisp)
too much road
to hold back the sky
from Schenectady
head first east
to Albany
ducking south
and down
word in my ear
the way along
word in my mouth
back to it
sun in my eyes
instead of vision
(“we have a visor for that”)
in my ear, words
in my mouth, words
mouthwards and
earwards and south
a drop
a swoop
a constriction
at the Tappan Zee
bridge big enough
to keep the sea from us
southward
downward
carward
wake tired to
drive tired to
arrive tired to
be tired
at least there is sunlight
eventually
the Whitestone
the Island
(the Island)
the pattern of
shadow and
light is enough
the pattern of
shadow and
light is enough
for my travels
for my day
the scent of sunlight
leaving by three
& avoiding traffic
though I am merely a small piece of traffic moving along
north and north
but west and
finally into
what darkness
lies between
the mountain and
the mountain
beside it
I am part of that darkness
shadow through lightless night
through 100 miles
and more and west
toward but never to
my birthplace beside
another ocean afar
and a far way off
the car as a weight of night
unlight in place of sunlight
such little music
that comes from
such a dark and
driving place a
car might pass
through on the
way to somewhere
beyond sleep
what is the whether like out there?
who is the wender out there?
motion
replaces
action
getting to
becomes
the final
goal to be
precious how a night
comforts with the
closeness of cold
comforth
I drive
it is a process of continuing
of continuing
at Binghamton and a right turn north
;
tree lit from its base
light into the leafless branches
the tree is flattened by light against continuous night
it is now fan coral
in a sea of night
and I am swimming home but not homeward
north
and north
again
turning west
through darker forms of night
and the road that disappears into them
my sense is that I am floating
within this sea of night
flotsam against the jet
and I might get
and I may have got
through Amber
to Auburn
so what color is the flowing hair of the evening?
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