wednesday afternoon [ tableau I ]

A rain-splattered van
on the way to class. Highway
hum a white noise, trees
on either side blurring
gray into the milky empty sky.
There wasn't much she
could have said, and even
if she had said it, it wouldn't have made a
difference. So she stayed quiet,
fixing her eyes on the wet road ahead,
savoring the feeling of
moving forward.