listening to a well worn soundtrack
sing a time I had been thinking of all day,
it seemed that the sun and clouds were
playing storms above the shiny road.
Heaven felt like it was more than miles away,
yet the movement of the car beneath
the rampant courtship in the sky above
gave me hope that I might reach home
before my own storm overflowed,
before the darkness that had settled on
my shoulder spilled down my back and face.