The Shimmer Of Headlights Poem by Mark Money

It was the shimmer of headlights that caught my eye.
cutting through the darkness like a spear;
like it was waiting there just to gut me.

my defenses were nonexistent at that time;
i had no guard to put up
so I just stared, speechless,

and let it go past me
into the night, not reaching out a hand
or making a move to stop it.

there were no words
for once, like before;
the shimmer of headlights
like fireflies in a sticky summer night.

where did it come from?
where was it going?
this shimmer of headlights

passed before I could gather myself
leaving only questions


© (2012—Bolingbrook, IL)