one day I will be there

I imagine it will blind me

when the clouds clear up; it's

been misty-gray-miserable

since this morning

and I've been alone

On approach,

my stomach is up in my throat

I hope I won't be able to breathe

hanging out R's car

window on highway one

Hair breathed away from my forehead

Sun blinking hello,

morse code on the ocean

The sea is a switchboard

and I am flying

Well, R's driving