A rare sight
In the cloud’s hazy light
Which scatters down
The mountainside
Obscuring its tallest peaks
And making the base
Seem impossibly steep
Glittering wet
Blackberry vines
On the side
Of the freeway
Grey all around
Rain like stars
We could be
Driving on a
Nebula highway
With no point
Of reference
But the road
And the trees
Sitting passenger
A
Java chip frap with
A shot of peppermint
In my hands
Consume Reality! 