Since Holy Faith

Since we rode down the interstate
spine of our ghost mountain
Through clouds still deep asleep
Curled up along the road. 

I’m dreaming again
Since the City of Holy Faith
Without the chase
Without the room to room
Escape alone.

I’m dreaming again.
I rest and wake
With my wife
Our legs all tangled
With the dog in bed.

I’m dreaming. Again
The first dreams are dead.