Distance

Just as the seasons change
the tires grind fallen leaves to dust
as they tug you farther away
the distance is only physical
I have to remind myself
like a prayer to a deaf deity.
Once again I feel fragile in the
face of winter
the thought of all those barren miles
of snow covered corn fields crushes me.
The warmth of one feather comforter
is all I have left to defend against
the chill that invades
every part of me.