The Greatest Things

We walk out of the bar

somewhat too drunk but still
sober enough to drive
in the country.



Besides,
there aren’t any cops this far north
just county law and
the department of natural resources
out on the ice
busting deer shiners and spear fisherman.

So we crawl into the car.
Hit a snow bank leaving the lot,
on the way 
into
that cold darkness
with our heads pressed against the glass

looking past the wooded road

at the sky.
Miles and miles of it.