once-in-a-life time


    highway eighty-four ran due east across the
    Central Texas night, I remember the moon
    rising over the top of the telephone poles

    the road was lonely enough for me to turn
    my headlights off in deference and drive
    in the dark to the light as if I would reach it

    every Sunday night after, I drove and waited
    for the moon, but it happened only once
    how does one keep once-in-a-life time?

    all the sands in the hourglass aren’t enough
    to make a beach to hold a tide to pull
    the moon close again, close enough for me

    to turn off my lights and trust what I can’t see
    to find myself lost in the night and light
    I don’t drive that way much anymore

    down all the days, could it be enough now
    to say, one night I drove into the moon
    and not need it to happen ever again?


    *this poem was prompted by the Poetry Party at Abbey of the Arts.


    1. I love the experience you capture here and the longing to live into it again. The “could it be enough” question is one I ask myself about a lot of things these days. Thanks for participating in the poetry party!

    2. Makes me remember…Hico to Meridian to Clifton south to 84 into Waco…

      I don’t drive that way much anymore, either. But long Texas roads lend themselves well to turning out the lights and absorbing the darkness at 75 mph.

      Nicely done.

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