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
