The Next Eighteen Kilometers

the next eighteen kilometers

motion.
moving through the greens
and the browns
like a diluted mixture
of water colors
faster
thriving through
the grays bottom below
(with stones flying
hitting the leaf spring)

humid.
remembering tatooine
my shirt soaking
like a notebook
clinging to its wet plastic cellophane
dreaming
trying to take me
through the highs and lows
sleeping and rocking
sleeping and rocking

fear.
like the chassis exploding
breaking into a multitude
of parts
disturbing
my ribs are giving in
my heart is bursting
bursting.

home.
finally home
(for whatever it means)
i thought of it through
the next eighteen kilometers