is this car my sacred horse?

from the north in darkness
bundled from night-cold
& not recovered from sleep
I am hardly at the wheel

sliding past landmarks
scarcely visible in early dim
old farm oak reminds me
to be mindful of path

bending west in time
before making my first full turn
south
for half an hour

then stopping at a cross-
roads
in each direction
I go finally east

my last straight course
before two more bends
south again &
river crossing.

some days I meet the sun
over the eastern bluff
just a mile south of Lawrence
yesterday it rose above the Kaw

today I beat it up
my chest pounding from cold
as I exit my car &
start this day.