Joseph Teti

on a road trip

The layer of cool dew was not enough

to block my vision as I drove away

that morning. But, as I drove on, and left

that shaded, sleepy town, at that first hill

sunlight filled up the whole windshield, and I

was utterly blind—the wipers weren’t enough—

the defrost was too slow—I hardly knew

those unfamiliar streets—but suddenly—

I could not stop, or go, or turn—

I prayed.

… as I came up the hill, the angle changed,

the defrost worked a little, and I saw

the crystal specks of raindrops on the screen

diffract the sun’s rays into rainbow gleams.

Joseph Teti is an emerging writer from Hyattsville, MD. His poetry has appeared in Clayjar Review, Solid Food Press, Foreshadow, and Rialto Books Review among others. He is a graduate of Hillsdale College, and a fierce defender of Platonism and Romanticism in their continuities with Christianity.