From Look Winter in the Face, a poetry collection published in 2015.
Truck toiling up the hill
on the highway
crowded cars backing up behind it
and it’s carrying roofing materials
and some kind of pipe.
People impatient but I’m not
because I’m liking looking at the truck
the truck has a dignity to it
a useful ungainly elegance
as it shifts down to finish up the hill and go on
to whoever is needing a roof
and a big pile of pipes.
That’s it and that’s plenty.