Highway Poem Poem by Ayn Timmerman

Highway Poem



Out the window the stars stay
fixed in place, headlights
passing underneath-

I steer with one finger
towards the edge

to tempt
myself in the dark,
towards the left where I keep
looking,

Up to the night, past the
trees and artificial light-

Up to the only things
not moving.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Don Mcwilliams 29 March 2008

A beautiful portrayal of infinite stillness, Ayn. Don

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