two cars depart
a path we know
like the back
of our hands
a beginning expected
no hint of
what was to come
the threshold
of familiarity
suddenly breached
the look of confusion
I feel echoes on his face
as I drive by
two cars separate
one turns
the other straight
fog fills my brain
overflowing
into the world
around me
my thoughts
flood with indecision
forward or back
known or unknown
both shrouded
an eternity passes
I turn around
head back to
where I came from
the vanished threshold
more fog in its place
I follow the confused face
an inkling of a memory
a single building emerges
a beacon of light
beyond the beacon
a choice to be made
almost but not quite
I spy an empty lot
I must do what I dread
I place the call
I try to explain
my journey continues
two cars reunite
a little less hazy
a little less confused
a lot more concerned
the beginning
of the end
of my driving
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 9:42 AM UTC
two cars depart
a path we know
like the back
of our hands
a beginning expected
no hint of
what was to come
the threshold
of familiarity
suddenly breached
the look of confusion
I feel echoes on his face
as I drive by
two cars separate
one turns
the other straight
fog fills my brain
overflowing
into the world
around me
my thoughts
flood with indecision
forward or back
known or unknown
both shrouded
an eternity passes
I turn around
head back to
where I came from
the vanished threshold
more fog in its place
I follow the confused face
an inkling of a memory
a single building emerges
a beacon of light
beyond the beacon
a choice to be made
almost but not quite
I spy an empty lot
I must do what I dread
I place the call
I try to explain
my journey continues
two cars reunite
a little less hazy
a little less confused
a lot more concerned
the beginning
of the end
of my driving