Drive, Dance, Write

I write to preserve the colors of you

shining through darkness

rendering you heroic, larger than life, intangible

brushed blue and black with sweet silver sap

sucked from an early morning maple

I could not bear to forget the fire

you lit inside my skunk-stenched soul

how it made me backflip from bottles spilling over sleeping rattle snakes

Dancing then flying away from the mundane misery of chronic madness

A cycle repeated as wheels spin endlessly

Trying to reach an unknown destination

But forever lost, with no static map

You must let me drive now

Navigate the waves, asphalt lanes,

foggy bridges and country roads

You must allow grace to flow into light

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016