Darkness has come ‘round once more,

My books lay forgotten where last I read

Them and I feel at odds with myself as I

Step outside into the star-shot night.

It is warmer of late but the wind holds

Promise of change as I zip up my coat

And the moon regards me as I regard

My car that sits brooding against the curb.

I tell myself not to think so much,

But my heart is restless and my soul

Cries out its torment as a shaky,

Barely heard laugh that

Echoes

Through

Nothingness…

Closing my eyes I breathe deep the night,

Conflicting scents of dead leaves, old straw

And something I can’t…quite…place,

Perhaps that promise of change.

Perhaps not.

But the night is my master now

And it beckons me to seek it out

As I find myself sitting behind the

Steering wheel of my car with no

Memory

Of

How…I…

…Got there…

No matter, I think, as the key slides home

And the eight cylinder roars into life beneath

The jet-black hood, no matter because the

Night is my master and I…must…seek…

I play no music as we part company with the curb,

This strange darkness is music enough, and I let

The headlights be my guide as they paint the road

Ahead of me, unmindful of what lies behind.

Driving, I am driving now, or am I driven?

A question I choose to ignore out of a fear

I do not understand and the night surrounds

Me, heedless in its totality.

END

“Night Drive”