Heavy quiet of the deep night
hangs around me, do not disturb;
I ease the wheels over the kerb,
gently push into the
streetlight’s
glow, and go; fast wheels, cold
hands tight
against the steering wheel, I
feel
like a stolen moment, unreal
like a blurred dream, and dark
scatters
making patterns with the
splatters
of my headlights; I grip the
wheel.
As published on Fiery Scribe Review
