Don’t worry, I’ll be back with the details of my own travels tomorrow!
After the teacher asked if anyone
had a sacred place
and the students fidgeted and shrank
.
in their chairs, the most serious of them all
said it was his car,
being in it alone, his tape deck playing
.
things he’d chosen, and others knew the truth
had been spoken
and began speaking about their rooms,
.
their hiding places, but the car kept coming up,
the car in motion,
music filling it, and sometimes one other person
.
who understood the bright altar of the dashboard
and how far away
a car could take him from the need
.
to speak, or to answer, the key
in having a key
and putting it in, and going.
–“The Sacred,” Stephen Dunn
