Another Chicago Magazine

At Exit Zero

Untitled, by Joyce Polance

Leaning into parkway curve
at Verrazano-Narrows, he’s assured

Everything will happen
Given infinite time and space
Everything will happen
The funds enforcing physics and death will dry up
And everything will happen

Fog in the harbor
Bridge in the bay
Hanging from the sky
a new center of world trade

Warm air fast night driving
Speed and bend pull
Forces real and resistible named and unspoken
sing harborward

But the budget traveler
holds the wheel
watches for an opening accelerates

It is a good thing
worth everything
to be alive