Road Film

Opening Titles

the flicker
of flakes
beginning to squall

mother waiting
in a running car

water, broken and puddling
in her shoes

eighty-five
desolate dakota miles
on eighty-three
skating sideways south

fade in,
whiteout across a windshield

in utero,
white blood cells failing an unborn boy

in time,
transfusions through the soft white of his feet

the eventual scars,
a narration of

my father outside a hospital window,
his gloved finger
writing my name in the snow