Mitsubishi

Mitsubishi

I dream of the road of life, wide at first

and one way.  What happened to happy

hour after the sun went down? 

My son asks, “Shouldn’t we wait to watch

the news?  This could be the start of World

War III.”  I’ve watched the news

for fifty years and not even seen the

end of World War II.

The white Mitsubishi we follow

slows up. Why is he doing this?  

There are no traffic lights, no side roads

that lead away from the road of life.  

One by one the shops close down.  My hearing

aids pick up sounds I’ve never heard before:  

water falling, clicking spoons, the tick

of the mantle clock I forgot to wind. 

Time to wake.  This dream is about to end. 

It’s a long drive to Dallas by way

of Abilene or other routes unknown,

no intersections, no Mitsubishi

to lead the way.  I keep my eye

on the center line and try to ignore

north bound traffic going too fast

the wrong way home.

                              —Donnell Hunter

                                        19 April 2012