when in headlights

ophiphanies rise like headlights on an empty road. bear down like road trains. like track trains. like scars in dirt and clay. i am knocked sideways. speechless. i am imitating the rabbits that stare down the largest of oncoming cars.

the wind blows hot and i am dancing on it. tapping on it with workboots and nailguns. i am rubbing metal against metal against timber and the sky. i am watching baloons catch on thermal breezes and wondering whether or not to fly.