History#17

On a previous (short)(for me) drive I wrote:

Title: Quaint
I was pulling into a rest area next to a town in the middle of nowhere.
My apologies to the locals.
                           They think it is the center.
I know better.  And so does that electric guy.
Standing sentinels are now guarding the place 
where I sometimes get “Good Country Grub”.
   And it has always been good.
I’m looking at these pillars of electrons and
wondering if I am seeing the future or the past.

——

I was following behind a truck last night.
It was carrying a fellow truck, very similar looking.
Who must have been important because there were flashing lights
   on the back.  Two of them.
I could tell those lights were part of the mother truck,
   but they weren’t coordinated.  
Not coordinated, in the way that if you watch long enough,
for a brief period they flash at the same time.
But that’s silly.  Who stays in back of a truck long enough 
to see them catch up with each other.
What are they doing, checking each other out?
My god, this is the computer age, keep them apart.

——-

                  Sitting on the Continental Divide
Reading a sign that says – Elevation 6870 feet.
It is a clear night, no moon.
The stars are so bright I can see the remains of the rain clouds.
The temperature is 55 now, was 95 before the welcoming rain.
I can see the other clouds, clearly.
What’s that – a shooting star?
What’s that – a grizzly?
                              About this divide, 
something happens on one side of it
that doesn’t happen on the other.
I walk back and forth, back and forth.
I don’t feel the difference.
Maybe I’m too close to the problem.
I’ve said that views are better, seeing them with you.
But is that true?
I look up at the deep darkness, so shot through with lights.
If you were here, would I see it as darker, with more twinkles?
Or would I see it as less, because you are distracting me?

 

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