driving through the rain
the fog envelops
i no longer concentrate
on which why to turn
my body knows, steers
automatically
towards the only home i know
these days
and the remnants of friendships
i don't notice the rain
lightning streaks by
music floats by
the windshield wipers squeak
(so does the clutch)
but none of it phases me
not much does anymore
life flows by
largely unheeded
my mind wanders
[kristin buxton] [email] [poetry]