What My Father Taught Me about the Snow
That there is always a road reaching
into the trees, widening in the glow
of your headlights. That there is a way to rest
your left wrist lightly on the steering wheel to guide the car
while you shift, because in this plummeting weather
there is nothing to do but lean in and surrender—
into the trees, widening in the glow
of your headlights. That there is a way to rest
your left wrist lightly on the steering wheel to guide the car
while you shift, because in this plummeting weather
there is nothing to do but lean in and surrender—
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