Look to the Skies
The red glare shines against my face,
bright in the quiet of morning.
My eyes glaze over at the monotony,
everyone inching forward,
making the lights strobe.
Slow clicking sounds just above the
buzz of the radio in the background.
I turn the wheel when I reach the front,
my eyes following the car ahead,
ready for a repeat of the last half-hour.
I glance above
and my breath catches.
Peach-colored clouds pillow the sky,
layering as if whipped cream swirled on top of the earth.
Each puff so stark and vivid,
I can picture the strokes
someone might lovingly paint,
trying to capture an echo of its beauty.
My hand slips on the wheel,
and a thought crosses my mind;
if this were to be my end,
to be lost in admiring one of natures
most simple
yet breathtaking sights,
I would be okay with that.
I soak in the image
for a few more moments,
longing for it last,
then lower my gaze back to grey pavement.
I shouldn’t drive at night
The sky and pavement
mix together in my vision
and the rain streaking my windshield
sets my car to warp.
I’m zipping by bright stars,
goosebumps littering my arms.
I chase the adrenaline
before the panic can set in.
Before the loss of control
turns deadly.
Thoughts become more invasive
when the light isn’t there to
burn them away.
A quick flick of my hand
can have me hurtling towards
one of the bright stars
to explore a world
that humanity has always had
a curiosity for.
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