Echo’s in the night
Rain that’s falling on my roof
Disturbs me from my slumber
I hear a distant semi approach
Twin stacks sounding like thunder.
In darkness twenty-two wheels
Now echo an eerie whine
Closing my sleep starved eyes
I drift to another time.
A time when I was out there too
Mixing it with the best
Driving along the coast road
Or hauling way out west.
The only work I’ve ever known
Became a way of life
Certainly was made easier
With an understanding wife.
It’s said that life itself
Often deals a cruel blow
Deciding to take the Putty
Almost left my wife a widow.
Now anyone who has driven
Up or down the Putty range
Knows your fate is in God’s hands
How quickly life can change.
Rain was falling all day
Looked like it would be all night
The truck was feeling good
Everything seemed alright.
On the radio Slim was singing
Through the darkness bull lights shone
Remembering that final corner
And how it all went wrong.
My old rig started loosing traction
The bogies and trailer began to slide
Knowing this is my last run
As we tumbled over the side.
The wreck made all the papers
A clipping is in my old log book
Sometimes I get the courage
To open it and take a look.
Two months in a coma
Six months in rehabilitation
No more cruising the highways
No lower body sensation.
Awoken from my sleep again
For now the rain is teaming
Just like it did on the Putty
When no one heard my screaming.
Out of bed I struggle
Make my way into the kitchen
Boil the kettle for a cuppa
Add some sugar to sweeten.
I have new wheels these days
Still have chrome and a comfy leather seat
With an added “ah-oogah” horn
I think it’s quite neat.
Retreating to the patio
In the early darkness I sit
I hear a distant semi approach
To this new life, I gradually submit.
David J Delaney
03/03/2009 ©
Deeply powerful, thought provoking poem. Describing a 'truckers' life, and how fragile life is to the fore.
A profound piece by a poet who excels in his craft.
Stuart (Melbourne)
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