The Winter of 2008

In the late winter of 2008, I left my life behind and walked to my car.  The air was cold, the time heavy, and both filled my spirit.  My car, turned meat locker, would barely start; in hesitation, it found the gears: it was my last day; I slowly drove away…

Into the deep snow
Tires mount their refusal ~
Not wanting to leave

The car and I agreed as we slipped on this icy dark night.  Windows fogged with the mistiness of shadows left behind while the driving numbness and I searched through my slipping mind.

Sliding the distance
While crossing an icy state ~
The slipping of mind

The deepfreeze blurred in the night, as it passed the car, mirroring the haziness on the windows and in my mind.  The in-between I dove is the road between home and home, the place where I dwelled, and would bury myself, and the place where I found life and died. 

Sketches on the mind
Formed by the mist of cold times ~
Drawing conclusions

I left, I drove, I arrived in an icy state, and I was home never to go home again.  My mind still takes the drive back, back to my life and my death, but my car refuses, the car being wiser than I am.