6-2-17 The Ride Is Never Over

 The fog was a dome of ash and light 

A night of music filling the spaces of the car seats 

The highway empty of metal elephants and their riders 

The blanket of white sleeping on the sides of the painted road 

60 miles per hour 

But everything is slow 

The music, the fog, the emptiness 

You can't see the end of the road 

You drive into the growing darkness

There is no end and no beginning, just a small space between the light of your car and the fog 

You're afraid of crashing 

Everything is slow 

You know every detail of the impact 

Like jumping into clear water, the glass springs into you 

Your head hitting the back of the seat 

Losing your grip of the wheel 

The fog covered up the crash 

You are hidden in the dark ash 

The snow covers up the glass and skid marks

Nature tries to cover up its tracks 

•the ride is never over•