Driving at Night
The spreading tide of asphalt
awash in the flow of darkness
and pelican flashes of headlights
dipping across the surface.
It is so light and so dark you don’t know where you are.
You are the world’s bookmark,
slipped between pages
but separate from the words.
You could easily slip out,
out from the road and the dark woods
and the stuttering eyes of passing cars.
You lift your hands from the wheel,
the seat of their control.
The truth is that there is no control.
You can close your eyes and suck your teeth
and still hurtle down the interstate.
You can keep a steady grip and feel your blood
thrum to the rhythm of rubber and road
and still crash.
God lays out the Ley lines.
We merely start the car.