A river of red in front of me,
A river of white to my left,
Here I sit in this vehicle
The center of my universe.
In my universe, in the right lane,
I see the wind rattle the wipers.
But to the still evening air
I’m a 4-cylinder comet passing.
Next to me is a trapezoidal window,
Beyond which rushes this wind,
Then another car, another window.
I peer through all the glass
Into a parallel universe,
Centered on different driver.
In that universe I am nothing
But red and white lights.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “To a Stranger”)
Life Immense 