Driving at Twilight

The pressure drops, the hills
surrounding
the Wakarusa drop
from under the haze
hedgerows, soybeanfields,
and the graceful necks
of plesiosaurs
almost
visible in the fog
the spirits of this place
warm reptile swans
steer their young out of the marshes
to dip and lunge in
the still water
a sea
300 million years ago
today
the salt draws up into
the air
fills the nostrils
the body urges
swim swim swim
beyond the headlights
these deep hills.