The Secrets of the Day

It's a never-ending gravel road, life.

Well, it ends. In an overturned field, 

made impassable by frozen mud

in the dead of winter. Hidden

somewhere up ahead. Some unknown 

distance. It will end sudden and dirty

crackling straw beneath car wheels

Breaking things already 

on the verge of being broken. 

And that's it; life is over. 

Gone. 

All roads end. 

Somewhere. 

Over the next rise, 

or a thousand miles away. 

And you're tired. And you're cold. 

And you shut off the engine

in the dark. Tilt the car seat back

And Die.