highway 21

racing through the dark

lightning strobes the road

wipers slap windshield

hazard lights ahead pull off the road

only nineteen miles to go

fear is not my modus operandi

I race through the dark

an invincible fool weaves through traffic

I hope they don’t overreach their skill set

and take me with them before the party’s over

in a well-lit warehouse venue

nods and hugs from friends

re-energized and blessed

I drive home slowly through the dark

10-21-23

A poem about leaving Orangeburg during a storm and trying to make a Jasper Magazine release in Columbia