Engines

Engines Through Augusta

fog connected streetlights flick
along the cascade of words and highway
the skimming shine of dew-wet metal
as we twins of memory and blood listen
to the wind catch in our throats
and these arms which raised each other ache
grip steering wheel and dash
damp eyes and hands cannot meet
engines speeding through Augusta

you are grown now
stretched into this folded frame
passing taillights reflect
water on woman's hands

before our fingers formed
you were tied to me
through layers of womb
I spoke to you

with umbilical blood claimed

and my foot steady on the pedal
in glances I am watching
waiting as when children
I poised bedside for nightmare's end
and long for the familiar sanction
to curl you into the curve of me
the car unceasing circling this unfamiliar town