Ten Driving Poems 8. Happy Hour

Too busy to think

find myself slowing down

crossing the line

a couple of times

just a little bit

the thing is

that sky is too too

dramatic not to

photograph.

I won't even attempt

to talk about it.

Let the sunset speak

for itself

through my camera's

translation.

Once home, safely,

I show my mother

what the camera saw.

And even though

Hot Seat Millionaire

is on, she can't

take her eyes

off those vivid

whole-sky colours.

Just as well

she wasn't driving

home tonight!