Powerlines

Thoughts from behind the wheel

As I drive down the endless pigeon flurried road, eyes on the stars, chasing daylight, the silence is heavy in the air. Power lines above connect like an endless spiderweb spread across the horizon to I leave them with the sky. I stopped bidding apologies at the age of 11. I stopped my expectations when I heard the sounds of door slamming I stopped forgiving every time you came back. Someone asked me if I wanted them to leave. I wish I had the courage to say "go ahead." 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The words honest and direct. Feel of real life and hard decisions. I wanted to read and know more. Thank you Cat for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote

[Everett DeValle]

I love imagery and the mundane things in life...you captured this scene so well...astounding.