poem

night highway
visor up
no sound but wind roar and engine hum
no scenery
only road and oncoming headlights
senses alert
mind empty
alone

i remember to use high beam and the extra visibility gives me a little burst of exhilaration
my lips are sensitive to air turbulence variations
my cheeks are sensitive to fluctuations in air temperature
my left thumb is learning new controls

trusting the machine
trusting the road
not completely