feelings

 driven

 on the voyage we made 

 from north to south

 i only stayed behind 

 the wheel once.

 i refused to pull off 

 the last exit for thirty miles.

 passed.

 a tennessee blizzard

 somewhere that seemed so much closer than it was

 i would not let go of the stiff wheel

 with every bit of our short history 

 and that bottomless future

 freezing in the metal box 

 we dragged behind us.

 you begged me to pull off.

 finally.  but i suddenly could not give up.

 as i am driven to struggle.

 Things.

 i can find things to love.

 they rise up out of trash.

 a glitter 

 from under the consumption

 i run to it. 

 a treasure

 grows in the garbage

 a teacup flower

 

 i fly through your nest

 and pick branches

 from my hair

 use the river as a mirror

 ring the water from my wings

 i fall in love with things.