Night driving is intimate
As the landscape disappears
Shrinking even the night sky
Car lights unveil a world
Each time they pass
In narrow light bands
That quickly flash and die.
Against the dark somber clouds
The blinking arrows of the planes
Drive us towards the megapolis
Waiting crouched to swallow us again.
While stuck in the passenger seat
Searching the lonely mirror of my mind
I remember cities and places a world away.
Night has condensed space,
Night has suppressed time,
This was yesterday, this is today.
The night is a finite bridge
Leading to my younger selves
Welcome back,
I thought I had lost you.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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