Yes, the holidays are over, gone, depleted,
have exhausted themselves and us, and
on this second day of the grand adventure
we are mandated to call 2011, hundreds more
days stretch on ahead, like those blue highways
in the Southwest that heat mirages obscure
in the middle distance, or these twisty evergreen
mountain highways here in the Northwest,
hard turns, short lengths before they hide behind
forest, cliff, snowbank, and tomorrow,
and yet we press on, eager, smiling, facing the dawn,
wondering if we have enough gas money
and just how good our tires are.
Would you like the Author to read this poem to you?