‘Driving Home’
Is there such a thing as crying inside your heart,
Where every fiber in your being
Wants to let the tears swell in your eyes?
This is when I am most alive,
When my substance finds substance.
It is where my pride and shame clash like stars to their source,
Like bending willows
Leaning to the stream and wind
Yet deeply rooted.
I attempt to reach for what transcends me,
The early eastern shadows driving west,
The evening glow driving east,
With dusk’s orange moon and her pugnaciousness,
Proudly displaying an indifferent sign of omnipotence,
Like life’s sometimes ineffectual then tragic voice,
And my soul and this rolling road,
Taking me through more familiar moments and newness,
Thoughts that make me alive,
As I drive home.
— Neil Frederick, Brown County
Readers with connections to Brown County can submit original poems to be published in Poet’s Corner by emailing them to [email protected] or mailing to P.O. Box 277, Nashville, IN 47448.
