Back and forth, here and there,
the clock is ticking, the pendulum
is swinging, Wax stars are struggling
to sparkle through the fog
It is not sophisticated
to lock your keys in the car,
then wait an already spoke for hour
for Triple A, only to find
your membership has expired.
I am driving under the influence
of forget, travelling through an alien cosmos
of parkways and interstates,
one way streets and wrong turns,
finally arrival…Mercy General.
to see she’s breathing on her own;
I’m relieved to see the defibrillator
in the corner of her room.
I think I may need it.