Max Reif (1948 / OVER 400 POEMS SERVED! !)

This moment on the road
St. Louis to Chicago
on a sunny day,

AC breze in my face,
hat band a little tight on my head, brim
coming down into my field of vision,

pen in hand, notebook
poised on the steering wheel,
specks of dirt on the windshield,

my body at perfect
rest on the cushioned seat

as the soothing green
corn and trees slide by
on both sides of the highway,

120 miles from St. Louis,180 to Chi,
2250 since I left California,

58 years,4 1/2 months
since the day of my birth
& who knows, till my death,

this moment in time,

many joys and horrors
vanished beyond
the horizon of the past,
their titrations residing as memories

this moment
I am competely happy