The Journey

The red cloth at
The neck of the side mirror
Fluttered in the wind,
The speed was maddening,
The darkness was penetrable to
The distance of the head light’s glare
The rest of the world was
Enveloped in darkness

Voices chattered nevertheless
Human voices ,
Happy and critical of other humans,
The weather and the daily business,
A stranger inside me
Shivered in fear
Dark and inexplicable
The residue of something dying
Was trying to settle down
At the bottom of the soul.