Poem: I-90 Crash East Bound

 

I-90 Crash East Bound

Heading east to the land of ancestors

Is nothing new for me,

But age and knowledge of my

Wont to sleep in afternoon

While driving across the country

Has given me dreams—

Nightmares, really—

Of falling asleep at the wheel

At high speeds on interstate

Crashing violently.

Of course, I never die,

Nor do any of those

Who are with me.

We are left to clean up

The mess and pick up 

The pieces to carry on.

Maybe I shouldn’t view

This as a nightmare—

The ability to carry on

While being fallibly human?

Is that a vision—

Auto accident or not—

Or just a reality?

Either way

The cold night sweat 

Keeps me from sleeping

Soundly in the night.

June 2023

About This Poem:

I just saw this yesterday and typed it up today. It seems to capture my feelings about the election results, especially the last stanza. I have not felt good about our politics in America for awhile and I just want to forget about it, but...