After a long stretch of incorporeal transition
time will release its obligations as I think—
how deftly I have come to this indelible place
where speed becomes relative to the roadside
swallows and even gravity is hard-put to hold
this road down while traveling with cruise control.
Darling, make a note of this wicked landscape
as those mountains remain our hapless and immediate
destination. Like moths to a porch light we reveal
the weakened nature of our intentions and pursuits.
This land is alluring and its beauty congeals
as a thing we exchange in quick, furtive glances.
rdking