by Leo Romero

I say that beyond Nageezi
there is nothing
no matter
what the map shows.

When you reach Nageezi
you know you have grown
immeasurably old
and that you have driven
here too fast.

How could you drive
any slower to Nageezi?
Even when you let up
on the gas pedal
the speedometer
didn’t show
any slowing down.

When you reach Nageezi
you realize it is
too late to do
any more thinking.
Your head has
developed a large hole
through which
the wind blows
making a sort of groan.

It turns to night
before you reach
Your headlights
the ghostly figures
of people
walking along
the side of the road.

By the time you reach
you have already
your name.