Freeway

Always, the road in front of me...
red lights hurry past me,
white lights come towards me
and I trust the white lights to stay on that side
of the thin line that separates
coming from going.
far ahead,
the silhouette of mountains,
and above that black sky,
and above and inside that,
low slung moon\
but I never get that far;
my destination always distracts me
directing me off of
this freeway before I ever arrive
(but I like to think that if I were to drive forever I would someday arrive)
at that silhouette
of mountains,
and above that black sky,
and above and inside that,
low slung moon.
-1/11/09