I am a day late in this week’s post! My sincerest apologies. I know many of you spent Friday night clutching your knees and rocking in a corner, panicked, waiting for the relief to come. Your muttering and eye-darting was not in vain, for at least here is your Jay Marie poem. Have comfort… I have not forgotten you.
A fatigue creeps over, around 3:00AM.
The same stretch of pitch black road curves in on itself again and again.
A serenity exists in loneliness, in the silence of the strange night.
Not the Peaceful Quiet Dawn, nor Afternoon's Bright Smile.
An enigmatic emptiness, filled with Darkness's mind.
Monsters crawl across the bright orange lines,
and trees create roots in the sky.
When Nothing reigns, Possibility thrives.
Hours of tires and the engine's whine
I fill the whole small space to stretch my spine.
Trying to remember what you told me,
My brain's gears shift coldly.
I want to turn around on the asphalt,
but I'm afraid of what will happen when I stop.
The obscurity will consume my intentions,
Time's minions engulf all reflections.
I yearn for destination, for Lady Dawn's approach.
Coming from behind, it sneaks, it erodes.
Absolute Dark falls apart and its elements scatter
like cockroaches off a suddenly-lit platter.
I am born anew, my eyes adjust with pain.
Unfamiliar, bright comfort reminds me of my name.
Something was lost back there in the night,
I'm oddly sad to say I escaped with my life.