the skyline is two gazes long.
and i crane my neck
to take it all in,
and bump my head
against the windshield,
trying to find the sun.
it runs ahead of us.
i don't know what direction that is.

i want to go to faraway places,
but momentum makes my head
ponderous and heavy.
planetary rotation

is time winding down?

the light from our bodies precedes us.
i can see you craning your neck.