this road

has flyte in its name 

and we have taken it

so many times 

we take it fast 

with knowing 

though once

we crashed 

and can still

recall 

gasping for breath 

so now we try

in every way to

slow, slow 

as we ought

and while the animal

inside us presses 

forward, forward

faster, faster

here is where

our talking turns 

to speaking 

the light behind

trees becomes 

listening a beam

enters at the ear

until we can read 

every word 

hear the battering

against a wall 

we papered over

in clear sky 

and forgot