One Road, Separate Storms, a poem by Michael Channing

One Road, Separate Storms

by Michael Channing

my storm dropped around me as i drove
a bowl of sound transparent and portable
i carried it for miles with my thoughts
swimming about the little
plastic castle of my skull
long haul trucks in their larger bowls
sliced by and took a part of the highway
i wasn’t using unaware of my atmosphere
i cared as little for theirs
onward in my comfortable zone
alone in my lightened dome
till the bowl leaked
its quiet baffling noise
and the little fish i let free returned

You Get All Smoothed Out Inside


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