A Choice of Stasis

In the rural dust air I felt blood blocked, artery choked, and I stopped the chop of wood, stood
          silent; there was no wind sound I did not hear, no sight unseen; all was clear

In the burb gray roads I felt metal refined, calculation driven, and I drove the patched pot holes
          towards the highway; the sun through glass was cold inside my car, I sped
                                                                      nowhere