Tuesday poem #388 : Diana S. Adams : Thruway

Roads snake, on a trip

of their own, we follow them

out of a sinkdrain, hoping

for somewhere, where

nowhere is everywhere.

In the meat of my fist

I crack a thought

to pieces, then forget it

the old house comes back

pearled & intact

as it never was

people still aruging

fighting fictions

a one-night stand

after Sunday supper

          deparatures as arrivals

a gecko on the gas station wall

hangs over our exit

cornfields splay sideways

unattended, cloudwork--

elsewhere. The road goes through

the eye, one thin line

becomes a landscape

Diana S. Adams is an Edmonton, Alberta–based writer with work published in a variety of journals including Fence, Queen Mobs, Boston Review, Drunken Boat, Fogged Clarity, Poets and Artists, The Laurel Review, Ekleksogaphia and many more. Her third book of poetry, Hello Ice, was published by BlazeVOX Books. Imported Poems will soon be released by BlazeVOX Books . Diana has three poems in Best American Experimental Writing 2016.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan