We drove
Down the narrow,
Reflective,
Vacant highway.
Nothing around us
But occasional deer, rabbits, and trees.
Bruce Springsteen's voice
Singing soulfully
Through the blasting speakers
In a low,
Haunting,
Raspy,
Rock and roll ballad
As the words escalated
To higher notes and phrases.
The distant lightning
Striking theough the warm summer air
And gracefully,
Yet forcefully,
Hitting the ground
In utter silence,
As the closed windows
And loud drums and vocals
Kept us from hearing terror.
The reflective moon
Peeking halfway
Through the dark, transparant ,
Quickly moving clouds,
Cascating light,
Exfoliating the beauty
Of the night surrounding us.
I sat in passenger seat
Feeling every beat
And every note of the song,
Forcing itself in the most magnificent way
Straight through my ribcage,
Peircing my heart,
Making my blood circulate to the beat of the drums
And as slowly and gracefully to the atmosphere,
While the fresh mountain air
Filled my lungs with every breath.
I closed my eyes,
Every function of my body
Working with each other
In a perfect flow of energy
And musicality.
And I felt peace.
