shadows

on an expired license
that ran out after you left the country
you're driving along
following the curves of the hillside
warping shadows across the dashboard
sliding from left to right
i can't help but watch

we've stopped talking
listening to the music as it buzzes out
beating from a half-broken speaker
we've got more to say
but not now

i catch my own eyes in the rearview mirror
a rare moment of self-awareness
quick to avoid what i see
looking out
among the rambling, barren trees and crispy fields
watching the sadness of trailer parks
with methodical rows

we're curving back onto one another
we can move
the distance spreading out
in stalks left broken, stranded, startled
the fields of my homeland
lacing up
turning in circles
back home under the sunlight
the force of wheels
we're shadows moving