Driving the highway home
at night from Washington, DC
the heavy traffic snakes in the dark
along on unseen paths.
Northbound, a diamond necklace of headlights,
and southbound poured out like rubies
on a blanket of black velvet.
Day time around town
I see the cars like pooh sticks
flowing under the overpasses.
In my bedroom
when its really quiet,
two am, awake,
staring at the clock I can hear it,
trucks grinding, the low constant hum,
a river with insomnia.