263. Just Driving (Myshkin, 2023) · free verse

My spine showed up again, Just now with a shy smile, With my tires eating asphalt As I seek the distant sunset And, just maybe, The sunrise that follows. I don’t anticipate much. Who knows. Who cares who knows? The sweet extraordinary smallness Of problems melting into God, Into One Life, Into Nothingness that hugs you back. In this single rich moment. I… Don’t… Care.