After Robert Frost  

Long I’ve driven along this road in the dark.
I’ve seen headlights coming and not looked away.
I’ve wondered who’s there behind city lights.  

In some lighted houses, children are playing.
I’ve wondered who loves them, who holds their hearts.
No one answers.  No one explains.  I wheel on.  

Moving fast, in the dark, I seem to still time.
The stars are far, their light uninterrupted
by streetlights, by houses, by rain, or by fog.  

I spin forward, no one holding me back
as I move beyond earth, reaching up, reaching out
toward those luminous dots enveloped in black.  

A journey suspended, a time that’s not ending,
as I drive these roads, long and alone, in the dark.