driving into the sunrise

I survey the copper blue fire
the colbalt which bleeds tangerine
rays into the Goldstream street

the sweet reflection
of the lucid heavens
refracted sunshine
burning the white icey sheet

This vision elevates me as i drive
in the winter spaceship--
a twenty five year old volvo,
the vintage Swedish brick,
all piss and pizazz
as I listen to harpsicord on the cassette deck

Savour the moment without spilling the coffee
navigate the corner serpentine
slick and uncoiling--

this chariot to the sky, downshifting and clutching
st. christopher medallion, beneath wool shirt
on my pounding chest--family cradled in my mind

mastodons and mushroom clouds,
fire on the icey sea
surveying illistrations of the arctic sky slab
the luminous and blue the metalic and corosive
the lunar and frigid-- rubber and zinc studs
cling to the icebound tarmack,
some type of Valhalla

I carve a straightline
leaving a snowcloud in my wake
driving into the sun