I thought I left
for work this morning
in one piece, but empty.
Ignoring hot hunger,
I just barreled on
through fog, past rust and wet rot.
But along the way,
the empty feeling
had whole ideas of its own-
it turned itself
completely inside-out,
and spilled out all around me.
Suddenly,
in sweat, I felt
that I was every car in traffic.
Salt and warm wet
eroded any former
thoughts I had of progress
as wills and cars all sloshed apart,
evaporated, and just forgot
what vapors ever formerly dreamed of hunger.
***
Sometime later,
near some intended destination,
rain fell, indiscriminate and cold.
All it did was help things shine-
it was easy,
and things felt fine.
