Monday, December 9, 2013

Road to...

I love the sound of tires on wet roads,
cars leave behind rings of warped hues 
that look like tree stump rainbows,
oily puddles in the street.

Drivers in a hurry
to get to work
or school 
or nowhere in particular. 
Their minds elsewhere 
on everything 
or nothing in particular. 

Cars traverse paved surfaces which show pearlescent pools of color;
evidence of their journey
or stillness. 

Each contains a different situation
heading towards a different destination
a different point in a different life. 

One driver thinks of divorce 
another making a mental grocery list.
Wheels spinning
(of minds)
wheels spinning 
(of cars)
through the rain.