I was putting on jeans.
My dog was smiling.
Sun was coming in the window behind us.
We were there
reflected in the screen
of the old tv I had fixed myself.
A second sun
was reflected there with us.

I was young.
My dog was alive.
We would watch "The Adding Machine"
on the old tv that afternoon.
I was getting sober.
The room was small.
It was years ago
and I didn't know
that I would remember that morning
forever.

the engine running full throttle
all the way to an empty gas tank
a final silent rolling of the wheels

descending, ascending
resting awhile

sustenance, re-energised
travel on

mountainous switchbacks
seemingly lost

through cloud and mist
suddenly sunshine.