Junction

(after Reverdy)

To pull up

at the lights,

yield my shadow

to the sun,

lean back on the wave

and take the lip

for a pillow...

Or to pull up and hesitate,

amber lights

filling my eyes

till my head’s a

haunted house,

till the wheel like water

escapes through my fingers...

And I continue, wavering

till the dawn beyond the final night,

traffic piled up in the rearview

mirror like a whitewash of words,

none of which can tell me the right way.

(published in Everyday Static, 2010)