Just drove all night from Georgia to Ohio and am about to get a little sleep. Knowing I’ll probably be even more out of it later this morning than I am now, I’m just going to post now.
For today’s prompt, write an evening poem. My initial thought is that this poem would somehow involve the night, but upon further reflection, I guess it could be about evening things up or something.
Here’s my attempt for the day:
When you drive so late into the night
that you cross to a new state and day;
when you have to roll the windows down
and sing along with every song;
when you worry that you might not know
you’re too tired until after the fact;
then, and only then, do you begin
to worry, the moon blocked by those clouds.