adventure

a crust of snow
across the arc of a cold
earth, you travel
uneasily on the unmarked
road, your tires
spinning slow.
your wipers slapping
in a smear
the melt of the salt
the sand
that cakes your car.
you need nothing of importance,
you just want to see
how far you can go
to get coffee, a sandwich,
a newspaper with day
old news. everything
you have at home.