Arriving

You've been there

once again i am 
arriving to a familiar place--
you've been there.
you know what it's like.
to circle back.
to head home.
to witness again
white discs
flying by too 
fast to count 
mile markers
blinking at the
low winter sun.
gone in a flash.
don't worry:
this too shall
pass. this too
shall give way,
be remade 
by shadows
by memory carbons
as you dip and
blow in again, 
a tight squeeze on
the snaking highway. 
blackened scrub
huffs by the wayside:
a controlled burn. 
smoke shop
canopy dangles, holey
from some 
overnight storm. 
turn hard, uphill
finally, and slide slow 
into the plain ole
driveway: it's ok now.
release the grip.
let go 
let go
let go