Homage to Robert Frank

When I fell out of the car I tried to blow
through the waves to test the power of my lungs. I tried
to take deep breaths of the inky air but it was no go,

something had already sunk. There was darkness inside.
I could see the road up ahead beyond the bank and thought
it might be reached by a person if only I cried

loud and long enough and could stop feeling so overwrought,
but I had no trust in my temperament, nor in the circumstances.
It was America I was seeking, that I had long sought

and had failed to find and now I was losing her. The chances
were she was gone already beyond the lake
with her comforts, her liquid provinces.