April afternoon (1977), driving north
The same morning heat suddenly chills,
We speed toward the storm ahead.
April blizzard, snow, and vertigo.
The highway vanishes.
And we drive into April (1954), heading north
The highway gone, only slanting snow,
windshield wipers, and vertigo,
Driving into April (1959), north
Snow, car, blankness.
Elemental springs, when sudden cold
snows obliterate direction.
One steers, distance measured by survival,
the path always behind, only strained
Instinct carries us forward.
Each year April comes round again.
Fran Sage, Latitude 30 °18’