we are driving to a wedding
& the rain is so detached
hammering  light into the street 
making it shine
like something trying to disappear

i'm lost but i haven't admitted it yet
all i have to navigate 
is one of the tourist signs 
that tells me how far it is to everywhere

i don’t care that we are 2,015 air miles
from anchorage 
until i realize 
i have an ex wife there
one in portland maine        st augustine
& another in savannah 

its suddenly comforting 
knowing how thin & spread out i am 
from the past

my wife from raleigh 
tells me i'm going the wrong direction
& we are gonna be late

rain on the rental car roof 
sounds like
someone is throwing stale wet rice
really hard