L'aura del Campo

Southbound

Southbound

Snow blizzards across the road,
blurs the edge of the ditch.
Southward bound with Mario,
we slip over ice packed ruts,
homeward bound after having left my house.

Nerves grip the steering wheel.
wheels grip whatever they can.
Nunda looms in front of me,
vanishes in the rear view mirror,
A blip on some map.

Between here and there, here
becomes a moment to focus, to stay on the road,
The snow embraces this white car on white road.
In the back, Faith sits with Confidence,
tensely gripping hands.

© Kåre Enga [14.january.2017]

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