A re-quote of Meditations and
a used up personal improvement
I could mention Marcus Aurelius
or maybe even Proust
but I haven’t finished Swann’s Way

I’m driving
Far and for a long time
Past the time when the sun sets
and the faint gold streaks break through leaves

There’s a rumbling
A thunder
At first in the distance
and it builds and grows and howls

And then a quiet – silence
Only the engine sound and a memory
And all that there is contained in the short span of a lovely hello
and I don’t think I’ll ever return