Forty

Wide-open eyes fret the ungrateful darkness
Searching for hope; headlights discover nothing
In the rearview mirror, driving empty miles
Treadbare tired down never-ended roads
Racing to finish the circle unsure where it began,
Faster than his fullness, on deflating expectations

Crack a window! Smell the promise! Taste light!
Eat the memory of a missing burden you lost along the way.
Bend your neck to drink a vision every bend unfolds.
Lift your foot to glide apace the never-nearer stars
Certain sure they will touch down where you are lifted up.
Remember how arrested eyes mirror the thankful darkness.

12/15/21