Counting  columns on the highway, counting speedbumps,

                                 Dodging coyotes and potholes alike,

although the two are not mutually exclusive.

 Traveling with your audience  of coffee cups, and straw wrappers and loose change,

some of which  take refuge under the seats, some of which,

                                                                       is only refuse.

             Focus on the on the biggest stage of all,

and quint to make out all the details.

focus on the tops of volcanos

focus on the descent.

                        You’re  aimed towards the sun, like precision artillery,

                      like icarus or

a pointed finger, or an obelisk,

                                                       or a basilisk.

You  forgot your poisonous  sunglasses at home on the kitchen counter.

The sun will still shine on your countertop, and on your clean, neatly stacked  plates

and on your ( now cold)  scrambled eggs, too.

Sunny side up, too.

The sun wont cook you’re breakfast, but you knew that.

You are taut like cast fishing poles, rigid,,

alluring,

                                            still thinking about the eggs.

Something is on the  other end, your just not sure if it’s a whale or

     just more tidal waves,

                          or adjacent freight trains,

Something has you by the neck,

Maybe it’s more commercials,

Maybe it’s the location of  the stolen art, or the piercing   static even,

You have arrived at your destination.

But be prepared to make more waves,

more tidal waves.

                  Shake hands at the zoo, and bump into people you barely know,

walk through the metal detectors and past friendly security guards,

leave your keys in your pocket even,

you are practically  made of metal anyways.

Remove the excess coinage,  and place them over your eyes,

The water isn’t nearly as deep here,,,,

Tread quietly towards this river,

Quietly,  past Sharon,

              Past Cerberus,

making more  silent waves as you walk,

as you silently  swim,

as you saunter deeper and deeper until your legs are no longer visible beneath you,

 all you see is more silent  waves,

                            just more tidal waves,

                                      and adjacent freight trains.