Gazing my eyes through the silver, frosted window
I allowed myself to descend into the abyss of my youth –
I watched the twists and turns of black pavement and lost footsteps
Dwindle away behind me.
As I sunk into the leathery seat holding me,
I allowed closed eyes to burn cavernous holes in
The back of my neck.

In a fearsome wave, the length of my arm streamed out below my nose,
Letting free the familiar rhythms of:
Swings at the park, static on the television at dawn, and,
Disappearing into cold, quiet water without even a
Scrunch of the brow.

As I sat there, my mind turned at a speed akin to the wheels below me, and,
I looked back at the breathing current on the road –
How it disappeared behind me, and said:
Run.