That dream I had,
steering off the street,
stern faced and gritting teeth,
blue sky and golden wheat –
What does that even mean?
Same dream, second act,
winding up a mountain
on a narrow beaten path,
curving as the earth falls to the clouds –
That has to be profound.
This is how it ended,
in the air, with questions pending,
Did inertia keep me spinning?
Was it gravity and dirt that wound up winning?
It wasn't clear, but I am certain,
Through the fear, I was determined.