In a sputter of rain
I drift up some westerly on-ramp,
sip coffee from a styrofoam cup.
Soon the radio station stutters distance,
the car obligingly hums a hypnotizing tune.
Psychic's spread of cards once foretold eventuality
among Taos bloody sunsets, colored crystals,
wind-carved orange-purple rocks.
Desert air to fulfill me,
I will find my peace there,
Cruise control set to 65,
air thrusting on max,
virgin highways loom ahead, white line beckons.
A rearview image of you darkened
and fading, without future to hold.