Snowstorm Driving

From Maine to Massachusetts
down the coast,
slowing down the whole way,

driving into a snowstorm,
into the particulate tunnel
carved by the high-beams.

It doesn’t feel like it,
but it’s all about
playing with Death.

Then again, all driving and moving
is playing with Death,
though we don’t mention it

most of the time.  Of course,
it’s the beauty
of this late night game

that sweetens the risk a bit
and opens the door
for speaking

of how favored music
rouses us against
the lull of the tire noise,

how we fight through how lovely
the drive is,
how we long for home

although this,
this now,
is a kind of perfection.