That Fear

Sometimes when I look in the rearview
mirror on a curve and hold
a little too long looking behind,
an eyelash of eternity, I don't
know if I'm quite on the road
or if I'm going ahead or reverse.
In the rearview long enough for a feeling
of giddiness that makes me squeeze
the steering wheel and say,  as if  I
just escaped a terrible threat,
"I'm here.  Right now.   Eyes
straight ahead on the road. "

Written by

Byron Hoot