DRIVING HOME A POINT
Tonight my pickup has made its point;
seems no place on a tempestuous night
can be more fitting for that purpose
than this wet, sloping dirt-road bend
right smack in the muddy middle
of a desolate
in the lightning-lit rolling plains,
in the belly of a nasty thunderstorm.
A while ago, it roared then coughed
and now it wouldn’t move an inch;
it’s engine falters, misses a beat,
whimpers and then simply dies.
Drenched in rain and desperation,
I work the clutch, wirings, battery
and sparkplugs to coax back to life
the ignition, but, now, all to no avail.
Cursing, I move away fuming mad;
shivering, I slam its heavy doors
and slush slow through soft, thick mud,
determined to just abandon it, but
there it sits on its shadow, gloating,
laughing, it seems, with mute malice,
triumphant in its cold, metallic belief
that it has driven home a steely point!
Remarks by the Author, Rom Naces,
Alang niadtong mga biyahedor o nakasinati na sa taas, dugay ug layo nga biyahe labina sa bus or truck…maka- relate kamo niini…
There’s something in long-distance trucking with non-stop turnarounds that’s excitingly nomadic.. the unexplainable thrill of actual or even the mere sense of moving.. of covering and conquering distance..
I was with my trucker-uncle on a davao-butuan- leyte-tacloban- bicol-lucena- manila roundtrip.. ayos kaayo..
But sometimes the vehicle (if you neglect its mechanical needs) can pester, even torment you..i witnessed this on a farm road
somewhere in the kalilangan, bukidnon-wao, lanao sur area…manimalos gyud ang sakyanan sa drayber nga tapulan hehehehe…