Tailpipe

Sensing motion
Through the passing fog
Gliding in and out of seeing the future

She is drawn by a power
Compelling movement
forward

Then to the side
A crosswind knocks his breath away
Sweeping it into the distance

Longing for security
They struggle for stillness
With no success

Conflicting emotions
Dangling across the span
of time

What is the end?
Where will they land?
How do you know?

A.C. (10/14/12)