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 a scintillating 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 pulsing 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 Sirens’ song
of everlasting peace
and a quiet road.