Poetry (Day 159): Wrong Turn

Of course, the problem with long poems, for me anyway, is that it’s harder for me to make sure the whole thing is at least reasonable. One image in a few lines is realatively easy– you’ve either got something or you don’t. A long poem though. Maybe that bit works and that other bit doesn’t.

Anyway,as you may have guessed, here is a longer poem. Tell me what you think.

highway-323509_640.jpg

    Wrong Turn

Road signs emerge—
green and white,
black and gold—
from the darkness
like long buried secrets,
like clues to a mystery
I won’t solve tonight.

Milky Way above.
Highway below.

I’ve been following
the taillights of one car—
eyes in the darkness—
for so long
that I’ve formed a bond.
I’ve given the unknown driver
a life and family
and a destination.

It’s such an intimate thing,
in the darkness of the
long night,
that I feel deceived
when the car turns
down the wrong road
in the wrong town.

I feel like I don’t
know them at all.

And the road signs emerge—
green and white,
black and gold—
from the darkness.

An hour later,
as I slow down at the intersection,
I think of Maddie and the children
in the car behind me,
headlights following
for so long,
and wonder if I’ve
let them down.

Indicator ticking in the darkness
like a clock
counting down the seconds
until I’m home with you.

Milky Way above.
Highway below.

The night goes on forever
and I wonder
if I should say
that I saw you turn aside,
down the wrong street
in the wrong town.

I feel like I don’t
know you at all.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s