I read about science
and just end up feeling closer
to God:
who could have done all of this
and why would they have wanted to?
Will I die in a car crash,
too?
That's what I'm thinking
every time we drive on freeways
just to get to other freeways
all of the flares
lining the lanes
like tea light candles
burning and worshiping
at the altar
of movement.
There is this place on
the 134 where at night
you can see out over the entire valley—
it looks like the sky
has been turned into an upside-down bowl
and all the lights are like stars
illuminating the murky
leaden waters
of my brain
while the entire city
unfolds around me but
always keeps itself
slightly out of reach
as I tuck myself into
the unknowable and
obscure,
I dream of the foothills
and the mountains with
their snow-covered caps,
the trees making tunnels out
of ordinary streets
how
I want to understand it all
but the road just
opens
and opens
and opens
and one day,
I wonder if it will take
me with it
I wonder if it will take
me
to wherever it took
you
when it stole you away
from me