An overdue underpass on I-ten

on a long and rainy road trip,

solace followed by noise again.

Moments I would not dare to skip.

A sigh of relief landing on my feet

after a quick descent from so high,

a fear within slain in defeat.

Moments I’m glad I didn’t die.

A chill that crawls down my spine

when two separate glances meet,

after two or three bottles of wine.

Moments I can not quickly cheat.

A last breath desperately taken in

on a day like any day,

memories of where I’ve been.

moments I’ll leave behind today.