Highway

The highway is a tired metaphor.
That I cannot bring my car to crash,
To sleep in a hospital bed
As storm clouds roll over each other in my gut,
Like morbid children scrambling up shoulders
To witness some sick event over the neighbor's fence
Fills me with a feeling of helplessness
Like I'm not really at the wheel
Like I mistakenly thought I had anything to do with
The person who steadily holds to the line.