driving to canada at 1am in july
when i need to leave i leave go as far as possible canada why not too tired to focus on the road too tired to think. i should pull over lay in that cornfield look at the milky way the Pleiades out of the corner of my tear stained eye. it is so empty so quiet so vast. that road
stretches endlessly
like the horizon when it meets the water and it’s so dark the difference cannot be determined my eyes deceive me. playing tricks on my tired mind. wearily i go on.
apparently he took the time to ask where i was, where i was going. i told him i don’t know i just want to drive. you’ll end up in canada he said. i know.
those points where the trees clear and the moon hands red over the stalks wave in the breeze wisp move past the stalks. it is so quiet. (thinking back now, i want to go there with you) the water follows the road ports bays parks. measuring the border the edge the borderline. i head west because i want to keep going i don’t want to hit the edge of anything. i head west since i can expand grow keep going i don’t want to stop.
