The Space Between Things
 
This morning I've seen
the hawk
standing on the earth
the egret walk like
an Egyptian
horses and cattle
in the fields of men
everywhere the colors
of life and death
as I scribble down the road
this poem driving between
50 and 70 miles per hour
through the space between things
depending upon the quickness of thought
hand eye coordination
everything merges into what binds us
the joy at the center
whatever happens next
I don't care
 
Really
all my life
I've been
just along
for the ride