Night Drive

The highway slides along beneath me

Ahead and behind, at once constraining and liberating

Effectively keeping me on the pre-approved trajectory

(How much of this world will I never see

Because there is no road cutting through it?)

Golden lights line the sides of the highway

Tiny blazing suns, each pulling me into its orbit

And sling-shotting me along to the next

Dusk gathers around my car

Pressing its face against the windows,

Curious about the life that speeds so quickly along

Shadows pool in the furrows of the cornfields

As the last light tips the treetops with flame

And I move so fast, so fast

Down the road lined with suns

Who stand as fixed sentinels

Witnesses to my bright brief flare in the long darkness