Wheel of Fortune

June 10, 2011

The Lady is a Trucker

She pulls off the neon leapfrog green driving gloves,
snuffs out her Gauloises
and parks her black licorice barque
of a truck at the roadside.
Eight hours to Dayton,
to family, to laughter .
to a daughter growing too fast.
The backyard beer garden
smells of cut grass.
Mason jars of wildflowers
stand sentinel on the groaning boards.
She is hoping for some smooth jazz
and even smoother whiskey.
She listens, breathes,
digs her feet in this sacred earth.
Her spirit lives here.
In the morning she drills,
pulls on her jeans,
adjusts the ballerina pink belt, with a buckle,
that says, "Queen of the Road"
sets off again.
And though the sky is falling,
she turns the key.


Dark Goddess Tarot--V--Hierophant--Cybele--Anatolian Mountain Mother--Transcend boundaries through community