The grade is deceptively mild.
In winter, drivers going east sometimes can’t
get their cars through the intersection
and drivers going west come sliding through
out of control.
They wonder what just happened.
It’s like the anti-gravity mountain passes
where a car in neutral appears to go up hill
because one’s senses have been fooled.
It’s a trick of light and shadow,
of subtlety and a subconscious willingness to be taken in.
We hate surprises, except that they delight and amaze.
Where fear and desire cross paths.