Hands at 10 and 2
The rear view dances in my face.
Way back in the distance
Their fire rages on.
Barely any smoke,
I’m so far away.
But there it blazes,
Never burning out.
I swerve and jerk my eyes back ahead 
A close call almost hit another guard rail.
Eyes glued forward, the road is windy.
My breath slows,
This clif is scary, eyes ahead for the determined and weary.
raging flames spook me,
Fearful they might catch, but
This car only goes one way
Eaching passing breath
Is a mile further from them.
With grief and relief
Sweat dripping from my brow,
I strain to keep my eyes focused on what’s ahead.