the drive home...


misty corridor
long and twisting

stretching endless

before our eyes

towering trees

on either side

close in behind
through horizontal rain
chasing headlights onward

jaws clenched

knuckles white

body stiff

each rut in the road

every gusty gale

plays in slow motion

stretching time

feeling every bump and swerve

through the rigid seats

straps buckled

offering a fabricated comfort
to the apprehensive mind

fleeting flashes of

imaginary wrecks

wickidly taunting nerves

driver aware of

acute responsibility

mindful of the precious cargo

in her care

eyes are focused

straight ahead

dim lights

on slick asphalt

partial illumination

merely a frustration

adding to the tension

passengers surrendering control
closed eyes accomplish nothing

to alleviate the fear

only adding

to the desperation

useless advice

given and ignored
wind whistling through the window

waves of secondary spray

causing momentary blindness

faithfully perservering

praying the road remains

beneath the wheels

realization of precarious movement

fragility of life

one disastrous moment

could rewrite the story

or an enduring battle

could tell the tale

of an arduous journey

from there to here

for in the end

a solitary light

beckons travellers

weary of plight

a grateful sigh is heard

revealing relief

to have made it

through the storm