On The Edge of Change
The car powers up the hill
with my hand loosely on the wheel.
A little shimmy as my foot adds
power to the climb.
The road passes though the dried trees
and dead grass that fill
the gulf between there and here.
On the far side green trees climb to
an uncertain clear blue sky.
I sense, rather than know that a wall of rock
is filling the air next to the car as my
foot lets the power fail at the crest.
Coasting down into the river valley
the perfect future spreads before us.
Green grass underlines the front
of a ranch house where the old
child’s screams of summer joy
still echoes off the valley’s rim.
So long ago, the child in the mirror
wished to burst from the car
and play on that rusting swing.
Gravity takes hold of the car
as my foot hovers over the brake.
My hand tightens on the wheel
to control the flight from that past
to an uncertain future.
Till next week,