Empty Road at Night

Empty road at night
My hands on the wheel
My eyes on the dark.
My soul
is in the rain

Like fireflies
soft and light

I touch my mind to
the full plush depth
To death
waiting gently
patiently

hands folded.

Filigree branches
Bronze cracks of light
along the curbs.

Wet pavement
Look up, behind,
I'm here.

2013