Driving Home - a Short Poem

July 11th, 2006

The images for this verse came to me while driving home this afternoon. All day the rain had been on and off like a faucet, alternating wet with blue sunny skies. My thirty-mile commute on a quiet rural highway is often pretty; today it was exceptionally so.

Driving Home

Shadows like soft invisible tissues flow silently over
Shades of metal, black and grey, flickering as chameleons
Might in the pulsing strobe. Trees run smoothly past
Like lithe skirts of green bent round the light, reaching with
Gentle curves bowed out and up to the blue river of sky.
Faster than sound the pavement winds round the wheels
Homeward flying.