Blessed is the light on
the solitary highway.
Blessed are the sideways
glances. Blessed is the stretch
and the drop of hammer,
the thumping of tread
and the beating of rain.
Blessed is the thunder
over smokestack steeples.
Blessed is the diesel.
Blessed is the choke.
Blessed is the body
bitten in rags. Blessed
is the mud-flap sinner.
Blessed is the rip
in the back of the seat.
Blessed is the stretch
and drop of hammer,
the ribbon of heat
that slips over the valley.
Blessed is the road
for the weary traveler.
Blessed is the head
coming down.