California 1 - Spencer McKinley

She looked out, past the man to her left

He stared while she placed her hand on the wheel

past the winding road and the tall grass beyond him

As she leaned to find the ignition,

Her eye found its place and

a single strand of blonde hair fell from her head

on a single whitecap in a vast, grey-blue expanse it rested

He watched it descend,

She followed its course

slowly, weightlessly, effortlessly,

for what, in the moment, seemed an eternity

so near total suspension that, had he tried,

until it faded into another vast expanse

he might’ve reversed its course by imagination