The emerald signal splashes against the pavement
And pools into a reflective phosphorescence
I drive on with the radio turned up
And my window rolled down.
The wind whips my hair and exhales across my face
The smell of fresh ozone on its breath.
The sounds of a recent rain surround me
My tires crush the diamond drops underneath
And spray the shards into the air.
Clinging dust obscures my vision
A rubber squeak quickly clears arched viewpoints.
The air is wet, choking my vocal attempts
As the music vibrates through me
Though the treble does not drown out the pervasive sensations.
I see the dark clouds outrace me
Hurtling with silent intensity beyond my reach
The starlight shimmering around them
Exposing them from the indistinct night sky.
My destination follows theirs, unknown
But for the hope to race undaunted through the ebon A. M.
May 27, 1998