It Was Poem by Ben Partenay

Well after midnight
driving highway 89.
The night was in and
out through my window,

I thought of Creeley
“what is emptiness for but to
fill” and turned
the radio up all the way.

There was the stop sign,
the old cattle shed,
the river walking it’s way south
it was, that kind of night

I learned all of it then.
In that brief moment
when the wind stopped
and retreated out the window

I thought of you. And how
sometimes when you least
expect it,
a flower blooms.