I Won't Call It Progress

Some other word will do—
an extant offering, plot ex-
plosion/erosion. Shifting
comfort zones. Barely
brave enough to utter
your name.
I'm ready— & sorry
you're not. It's amusing,
if you're looking at it
from over there.
Wind electrifies
my hair and I stare
at the mountains
in the rear-view mirror.
Then look toward you.
It's not even close.