Road
The nearest road
within earshot of my windows
carried (long ago) a lull
between cars and I could imagine the whoosh-whoosh
as waves and I envisioned the waves
were from a calm & constant sea
lit by moon, gulls sleeping on the sand.
Now is now is later, is after
that time gone (it has gone
like those fast legs of mine
that once tapped their way across the linoleum
on the kitchen floor of my parents’
home (door ajar,
I can see it, but it’s gone) (nor is there
any door)) instead, now, the road
(a highway, really) carries endless cars &trucks
(no longer any lull between)
24-hours a day so that when I
close my eyes at night, I picture
the river the the highway runs by,
moon casting on the water a road of silent light
shimmering and bright.