tumbling under the downdrafts of oblivion

things like this only

happen when driving

down lonely desert

highways

or walking in

the forest at night

seemingly alone

as reality proves

otherwise with the

wandering eyes all

around you piercing

your being or

as the christians would

say invading your

soul

you know

how those demons

can be standing

along the side

of the road

as Nanci Griffith

quotes John Prine

on the car

stereo

just us plunging from

the high desert

plateau into the

red canyons with

wildflowers and saguaros

rushing close by

on both sides

tumbling

under the downdrafts

of oblivion far

from our house

but not far

from home