June 22, 2021

go

Not because someone is nipping at your heels, or the warranty’s running out.
Not because darkness is advancing, or the water is rising, or your life
is on some knife’s edge, blading itself thin.
Let it not be recklessness. Let it not be throwing in the towel.
Let it not be escape.
Let it be the marriage of tire and asphalt, of line and arrow,
of that place on the dial that makes you forget where you came from,
or where you are going,
and you find yourself, drifting forward on some unnameable road, and realize
your whole body is humming.