and sometimes 7:40 a.m.
on the mornings I run late.
A one hour commute – passing light posts, signs and cars filled
with morning talk show voices or songs heavy with bass
or steady with melody. It is work to get to work
like how the clutch lets up a bit and the gas guzzles
a nerve ending by left big toe sends electric signals
like the battery of the Tesla on my right
or the rev of the El Camino on my left
or the truck in front of me, filled with brown faces
piled in front of ladders and drills
sitting behind the tuner gifting Tejano sounds.
We are all going to work, all in commute
sending electric signals into the universe.
Friend, this is Day 23 of a series of posts for the month of October. I’m joining Kate Motaung over at Five Minute Friday for the yearly Write 31 Days challenge. My topic is “Finding Hope in Unmet Expectations” because that’s what my book is about as well. On Fridays, I will write you a poem. Each day has a different word prompt. I hope you enjoy.
Today’s word prompt is WORK.