Doxa 5

In One of Which a Man Balances

Mist brooding low over
the valley, the river
down there like a river
of quicksilver, shining
north. And past it—
a silent pilgrimage
of semis and commuter cars
coming on, in one
of which a man balances
his coffee on the dash
and tunes the radio dial
to find something
familiar or perhaps
something new to listen to.