Two Poems

Checkpost

Driving down the highway
Night has fallen, but headlights shine
A routine checkpost
Slow down, weave through
I've no time to stop
I have to sleep

 

Seized

Wind, weather
Beautiful curves in the road
All is fine as I make pace down these roads
Thud, bang
Silence
As I drift slowly to a stop
My smile is still great,
But the intellect knows fear
I wander into town
All 600 pounds of attachments
Between my legs