Night on the road

At night on the road nothing exists
The high way cuts across
Endless fields on top of the world
Or a forest between the galaxies
We ascend dark mountains and fall
into the gravity wells of dead stars

The universe pools from our headlights
Sliding quickly past us on the ground
Standing light, static in our own view
Asphalt and reflectors scrolling through

Together we are crowded and common
But alone—who knows, perhaps
The first or last of humanity itself
For miles we travel unseen & unseeing
Only with relief to find another soul
Whipping past and through the dark like us
On the road at night when nothing exists





September 2019