the skyline is two gazes long.

and i crane my neck

to take it all in,

and bump my head

against the windshield,

trying to find the sun.

it runs ahead of us.

i don't know what direction that is.

i want to go to faraway places,

but momentum makes my head

ponderous and heavy.

planetary rotation

is time winding down?

the light from our bodies precedes us.

i can see you craning your neck.