I-75 Florida Hurricane
Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 12:57 am
I-75 Florida Hurricane
Staying ahead of the hurricane
meant I had to drive through the pre-wake
of squalls and telegraph-tensing winds.
From the south it plundered on
through the swathe of grey blue horizon.
My destination overtaken, the rains sheeted
down the windscreen into a thick soup-fog;
hazard lights hardly registered and then
their blinking disappeared into nothing
and out of nothing reappeared again until
the nothing returned and the freeze sweat fear
of being smashed from behind and thrown
into a something, any something in front
flung me into a limbo of panic where there
was no where and no destination ahead,
only now and the cataracting rain that kept
the outside world blind to me, and my hands
white-knuckle-tight on the steering wheel
muscle-squeezed my arms into terrorised
rigidity; then the windscreen cleared and
beheld a bonnet blue of sky, but the rear view
mirror swelled with that black walled juggernaut.
Staying ahead of the hurricane
meant I had to drive through the pre-wake
of squalls and telegraph-tensing winds.
From the south it plundered on
through the swathe of grey blue horizon.
My destination overtaken, the rains sheeted
down the windscreen into a thick soup-fog;
hazard lights hardly registered and then
their blinking disappeared into nothing
and out of nothing reappeared again until
the nothing returned and the freeze sweat fear
of being smashed from behind and thrown
into a something, any something in front
flung me into a limbo of panic where there
was no where and no destination ahead,
only now and the cataracting rain that kept
the outside world blind to me, and my hands
white-knuckle-tight on the steering wheel
muscle-squeezed my arms into terrorised
rigidity; then the windscreen cleared and
beheld a bonnet blue of sky, but the rear view
mirror swelled with that black walled juggernaut.