A man is steering a water tractor
in the breakdown lane, intruding
fifteen feet across the highway,
and now I see he’s a woman.
But I’m not feeling funny right now.
Metaphors are everywhere,
but today has been too long
and straight forward
for even the sad ones.
The windmills just turn.
The hills just are.
This tractor is just in my way.
I remember a Chinese proverb that states
someone with one disease to manage
is healthier than someone with none,
but we all have several diseases to manage,
I sit, unstartled and self-annoyed,
with a bent neck and a lazy eye,
past a prison. Past an army base.
Pumping gas, a couple debates
which letter from John says
what they need it to say and above them
the moon is full and right there
in the middle of the afternoon.
A billboard reads: ‘Choose Life’,
and pictures a baby, who is saying:
‘I could smile before I was born’.