You grip the steering wheel just a little tighter,
and we plunge into the semi-darkness of the tunnel.
The weight of a mountain presses close around us
as we fling our way through the heart of the earth
at sixty miles an hour
and the lights, beacons spaced evenly in the dark,
I close my eyes and imagine
that days and nights are passing by
each time the light washes against my eyelids.
I slip into the stream of time,
a quick succession.
When we emerge from the tunnel,
how much time has passed?
How many days and nights?
I’m older now by far.