The heavens meet earth
Black as coal in broad daylight
I'm not really sure
And gear down as I wait
Eighteen wheels in slow motion
I witness God's play
Now I fear the roar
of my new found fate
As a terrifying twister
Passes I shake and think
God must show a grin
For the look on my face
I see His handprint
On my widshield in the rain
Holding forty tons steady
From flying away
With half my wheels up
I'm woo'ing in my grave
As she settles settles back down
I wonder if He, hyperventilates
Like Me
Robert Wynn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-me-8/
