Night Truckers

Like the horses that go galloping over the sea at night,
like the ships that sway in the tops of trees,
I breathe unconscious all night the sound
of trucks on the Interstate

Their deep voices bellow to one another like whales
passing far offshore, their looming masses
of shadow and wind catch me up and toss me
in my sleep like a leafy branch
wild to fly with the storm

Like the fat thunderheads that circumnavigate the sky,
joyriding the trade winds, like rowdy gulls
that glide on the updraft of daylight
over the retreating surf of sleep, I wake
to the distant sigh
of eighteen wheels hauling
everything I'll never own
to market