Thank you to Stefania Culafic for very graciously allowing me to share her photo. She is a California-based artist who publishes a photo essay each Wednesday on her Substack, Observations. The above is from her Desert Roads essay. Highly recommended.
Vanishing point
Power lines strung
pole to pole to pole
begin to sag,
and are soon buried
beneath everything.
The desert byway is still
an earthbound cincture,
vanishing point always
ahead, unwavering,
whatever the speed.
The engine whirrs, rumbles,
in concert with the whistle,
the unrelenting whine,
of the maddening wind.
My vehicle hugs
the one road
on cruise control,
brake free,
while I busily scurry
from sagebrush
to tarmac to rock,
a shadowed gecko.
With night falling,
the vanishing point
fades from view,
and all vision
turns peripheral.
Not for long, though,
as I see it again
just in front of my vehicle
when I finally think
to switch on
my high beams.
By then, it is too late.
Cool
good poem,thanks