Early, too early.
Ungodly early.
No traffic anywhere:
Not downtown, not uptown.
Not even the two-lane highway.
Sun teases landscape:
Shining through trees, over church steeples.
Defying clouds when rain starts.
Radio blasting:
Talk, talk, talk; Stop talking so much.
Doesn't anyone play music anymore?
Brain in high gear:
Plan the day, psych myself up.
Thoughts that never shut off.
Nearing an intersection in my white car:
Ahead of me now, two white cars.
Two white trucks pull out behind.
We are a parade of snow-white metal:
Careening down the road, snaking past sleeping houses.
Marching to nowhere.
