night drive

night drive

Isabel Chenot

The rain still walks on slight
and stippled feet
through memory's headlights,
mirrored in wet streets.

This anxious grip my mind
has on the feel
of moongrained
chances and misfortune's wheel

slipped on a surface
road between two cars --
the place was starless,
cindered with rainshowers.

I rolled down all the lenses
of my brain
and drank the long dimensions
of dark rain.

I heard a planet's shadow
being spilled,
rippling huge seas.

I heard the undertow
of all my fears distilled
on dripping trees.

And even dark was tender,
even water.
I heard immensity whisper,
Come here, daughter.

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Isabel Chenot
Poet

Isabel has loved poetry for as long as she can remember. Her efforts have appeared in places like Rabbit Room, Assisi, Tinderbox, Blue Unicorn; she contributes regularly to Story Warren. Some of her poems are collected in The Joseph Tree, available from Wiseblood Books.

Photography by Ryan Kwok