Across Our Lanes

Ten o’clock at night

on the ghostly blue road,

with a hard black sky, cars

ripping through the congealed silence.

 

I see you

from across the highway,

hell-bent on a path

to I know not where.

My eyes meet yours,

and for an instant

you are the world to me--

a mystery life,

infinitely impossible, yet so immediate.

For a second, we can sense

the human in each other,

the probable similarity of our lives,

perhaps we are one and the same,

perhaps we are--

 

Your car melts away,

spilling out into fluid orange light

and distant cars.

You speed off to your destination,

your hopes, your dreams, your fantasies

that lie in the beyond

of this worldly traffic;

I drive off to mine,

off towards the song

of everlasting peace

and a quiet road.