Drive Straight Ahead

As the days went by and she diminished

She saw the truth

It became clear

How can there be a reaction

If there are no actions?

Then one day she is sitting at an intersection

On this clear, light gray day, she can see the twigs on the trees

Almost make out the nubs of the new buds

Or maybe that part was just a conjuring

She'd seen Italy after all just a few moments prior

The Autostrada outside of Volterra

As the road wound down to the tide flats

Only faintly aware of the waterfront cranes

Off in the distance, rising up

Like pre-historic birds, orange-coated,

Legs disjointed, wings at rakish angles

She is watching the cars and semis roll by

In perfect playlist sync

As if choreographed

The music low and edgy

Electronic, trance like,

The perfect score

Meticulously captured on film

By the lenses of her beautiful eyes

A fluid and graceful ballet

Sliding effortlessly past each other

Overlapping, but not touching

A mesmerizing, flowing dance

She expects the synchronization to continue

Peaking in a subtle, tempestuous explosion of destiny

Every instrument sounding at once

To finish in poignant unison

Subsiding into a hazy, glow

Faintly shimmering ~ A Sundance ending

But it does not

The last song ended before the intersection emptied

The pattern was disrupted

Right turning vehicles interjected rudely

A semi with no trailer

Dirty white pickup

The dreamscape is broken

The signal light changes

Drive straight ahead