– And
why not spring from the sheets, too early for fatigue
For
a haphazard hustle of luggage,
'Til
the muffled slide-shut of car doors
“Can't
sleep”, but do, in a bundle of minutes,
After
you've battled a tangle of seat belts
You
watch a short-but-sweet show of night-lights in the window
When
exhaust wraps you up
Who-knows-how-long
now, jostling, puppeting sleep but awake –
Then
it's a sun-shot in the eyes
When
curiosity cracks them open
Where
are we now?
Sound,
too buttoned-up to question
Wake
without rise in this moving hot-box
Cold
glass rectangles display a cinematic scene,
Steel
wool shrubs hook to the citrus-colored sand,
Endlessly
peeled back, a shriveled tangerine
– Your
ears always plug –
And
you bake,
You
bake, blissful
You
bake,
And
we wend –
Happy
in our hot-box,
And
why not?
Happy,
that is.
By:
Ellie Peek
