Has it been twenty seconds
or twenty days?
A lot of superheroes pass overhead
this little area of the state that I now find myself
utterly stopped at.
The windows shake as they go by
(don’t be impressed by that
I stole it from Kurt Busiek)
and I wonder to what exciting adventures
they are rocketing toward.
I switch through radio stations
and they tell me about supervillains, clones, aliens,
and hitmen.
There are some vampires in the mix too.
I fear that the tank
is running on empty.
Oh, here’s a report on a car bomb.
Now that’s
a cheery subject.
Mercifully my Sirius XM trial ends and
well, that’s the end of all that.
Everyone else seems to be moving
in every other direction.
Every day I go this way to work
and every day I get stuck right here.
There’s at least one other route
that I suppose I could take
but I’ve never been good at learning
new directions.