the gas can

out of gas, you sit for a moment
and rest your hands upon the wheel
of your stalled car.
the rush and roar of traffic
goes by. in the distance you see
the melt of sun, you see
the rise of mountains
that take away the light.
an epiphany would be nice
right now. but none comes
to mind. you get the can out
of the trunk and walk
towards the exxon sign a few
miles up the road.