Convergence

Dreams moving fast. Not fast asleep. Dreaming, dreaming and listening to the wind invading my dreams like a siren or noisy neighbor in the night. Making the chimes sound off instead of whimsical. Dreams keep in time with the wind. Too fast to keep track of. Furious mind, and body at peace. Morning brings no relief. Clutching the wheel of the car. Still dreaming. This time of trucks blown to the side of the road like a turbulent, messy sea or sky. Snow drifts blowing onto the road over mountain passes. Moving with the wind. Arriving. The wind races on.