Dawning Truth

A steering wheel,

Two hands gloved in

Translucent blue

Plastic, a smattering

Of cars on this usually

Busy road near home

As the NPR announcer chatters,

Relaying the latest

About testing and spread

And PPE’s, and the knowing

Just beneath conscious thought,

As the orange sun rises once again

Over the great steady

Mountain on another morning

Of this day somewhere mid-week, mid-

Spring, that nobody,

Nobody now, not ever,

is actually in control.