After he’d rolled
for a full lifetime
between fear
and anger
driving always
through shame
to try and get
to where he was going
hoping to end up
at peace
his jalopy body
finally failed
Then part of him laughed
at the possibility of dying
between the poles
without reaching
what he’d thought
would feel like home
while part of him wept
at the same thought
But a larger part
went still and began to steel
understanding at the root
that this was home
and he could park
or wreck there
but this was where
he’d stay
