streaming through the holes

i drove all night to get to california.
watched the mile signs go by 6 miles at a time.
fought against the weights resting on my eyelids.

and i'll never forget the feeling when the sun began to rise and the first signs of light broke on the horizon. i began to be able to see the surroundings. they had changed as i drove in the night. the world expanded beyond the beams of my headlights. and my first thought was, very clearly, "i'm gonna make it."

"i'm gonna make it."