Dogs 2011

TENUOUS GRIP
(6/25/11)


I look
straight down
this high plains
highway
traveling
to the curve
of the horizon
dozens
of miles
away

left
right
rearview
angles afford
the same flat
expanse
with only
slight
undulations
to break
the otherwise
monotonous
landscape

a thin
blue sky
all that separates
the traveler
from space

only telephone
lines
display
some semblance
of anchorage

I roll
down
the car window
and reach
for wires
to tether
my existence