Hair brush in one
hand, the other on
the wheel,
the morning radio
whistles
in my ear,
as I speed,
skipping thoughts
I’m not prepared
to hear.

Sealed inside
this air-conditioned
steel,
I check my
rear-view mirror;
watch the
sun show off rays
that I can’t
feel.

I change lanes
as I make and
cancel plans,
racing with time,
wait a minute….
today is only just
beginning…