Determined

That dream I had,

steering off the street,

stern faced and gritting teeth,

swerving silently,

blue sky and golden wheat –

What does that even mean?

 

Same dream, second act,

winding up a mountain

on a narrow beaten path,

moving fast,

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.

©C.Maloney 2017