Autopilots

An endless, one-sitting drive
with eyes forward and crashing with concern
over where we're not yet.

Taking shifts, making time;
scrambling from the unspoken failure
in not doing everything more than well.

And pressing on in this way—
taking wherever something is given,
and there being,
wherever something is to give,
someone waiting there for the taking
—none the while seeing that
few memories will remain
of any of the finish lines themselves.