Friday, December 07, 2007

Involuntary Carwash

A week of rain, the last drops of a storm
whose hurricane-force winds left shattered towns
along the coast. We sigh: "At least it's warm,"
repairing backyard tents, while I-5 drowns.
The Sunset Highway's up to its old tricks—
a miles-long stretch is buried in the mud—
we shake our heads: "Remember 'ninety-six?"
while poor Vernonia staggers in the flood.
With semis throwing bow-waves six feet high
along the freeway, I drove to Eugene
and back: two hundred miles of drinking spray
and feeling like a sailor. "Keep me dry,"
was all I thought of when I went to pray
"And thank you, God, for getting my car clean."


ozymandiaz said...

Keep dry dear

Anonymous said...

thanks for sharing seems a bad weather falling overthere ..yet you looked it brightly

Nasra Al Adawi

Dan Gambiera said...

Well, except that it was *my* car. Yours was doing duty as a pickup truck that day :)

Tiel Aisha Ansari said...

Oz: doing my best, thanks.

Nasra: yes, there's always a silver lining :)

Dan: "my husband's car" just didn't scan...