fog tried to swallow us

 

by the time we hit the menominee county countryside

i had let intuition take over and the vehicle

was more or less driving itself. a missed turn

off of 557 was either due to fog

or the fact that i wasn’t in the present

i wasn’t in control

i was in the past

in thrall of the moon.

in the buick with the moon nearly full,

i was in mind of me with michael

me with maus

me with lanuh

me with whoever

wherever the moon led.

i lost sight of you for a time

but our path was righted at G-08

where other faces came to mind

then faded, leaving only you and me

and by then the fog had lifted.

it was, after all,

a midnight drive on a work-break.

there wasn’t time enough to get as lost

as i used to with those young men

who i loved and still do,

but i didn’t marry them.

i married you

and 41 carried us swiftly

to home.

　

　

GJK

25JUL10