Freight: Passing Through
July 25, 2022
I resonate over banks of the Ohio cense with soot the river straitjacketed between walls built for restraint. I cast my voice out over Neville Island intertwine with suspect air. In haste and power I slice with authority the boredom of the highway, its hum a faucet left unchecked. A presence inescapable, I penetrate the tree-lined satisfaction of the Heights implode with urgency, an irritant relief to all because I’m moving on reverberating into memory unfinished questions yearned over fields of midnight decades past my moan seeking the sleepless in a distant farmhouse haunting the protest chords of a guitar birthing our ancient freight-car hymn, a promise waved by kids in meadows who strain their fence poles to turn their backs on home.