caught up

There I was,

caught up in it all--

there was something

surreal

about

driving at night

in the rain.

I saw

glittering

on the pavement.

I saw

it quivering,

white-yellow.

I saw

lonely

streetlights

and quiet

ghosts on

the highway.

alive,

with the

slow, deep pulse

of the universe.

----

yes, the world sleeps

in the supreme beauty

of a familiar darkness.

words fail me

on these nights

when I simply get

caught up in it all.