I know you
prickling behind my eyes
like some sort of giant needle
the relief is wearing thin, again,
and my open dilemma is positioning itself.
For forty-five minutes today I contemplated destination
driving five miles over the speed limit
mind wandering along the recesses, eyes darting across the landscape.
Am I accelerating toward disaster or relief?
In these instants I am surprised at how little I know of myself
– how unsure I’ve become these past few years.
What, again, was I striving for?
I hear the voice of my mother say something about the past
but I’m not listening –
all I want to hear is more optimism to drowned out the tinge of regret.
10.8.08
JMG
